On the way home….

On the way home…

I met a girl called Snow.

Her eyes are aquamarine 

And her braided hair was full of snowflakes

With fingernails of icicle that glittered in the shiny sun.

She sighed with snowy words 

That dropped ice-cold snowballs.

I met a boy called Sunset.

His eyes are flaming scarlet  

And his hands burn like a dragon breathing fire all over his body.

He drank sparkles of fire 

and he became a master of fire.

I met a woman called Forest.

Her eyes are light green 

And blossoms are growing down on her amazing chin.

And her straight  brown hair is full of sunflowers.

When she sing flowers surrounds her.

I met a man called Halloween.

His eyes are amber  

And his body is full sour candys. 

And his spider hair is horrifying. 

When you talk to him you will became a vampire and you will be a vampire for   two weeks.

By Hana