The moon lite bright
I met a girl called lava ,
her hair was brighter than the sun ,
she had flames in her eyes ,
volcanic ash floods out of her mouth,
smoke coming out of both nostrils
but she had a cold heart
I met a queen called frost ,
she had fingers so fragile and cold ,
hair as cold as ice ,
snowflakes fly through the sky,
her lips were blue in the winter breeze
I met a boy called future
there was no humans surrounding him,
everything was floating including buildings,
it was all through a screen he had no one
his eyes were squared and his life was over
I met a woman called sunset
she was brighter than the stars in the sky
her emotion was very calm and her mind set was peaceful
she doesn’t have many friend
her only friends are the sky and the stars
I met a man called autumn
the trees screamed in the cold air for warmth
red crisp leaves covered the floor
thin twigs hang off of the cold hurt trees
as the cold breeze passes by
I met a prince called moon
he had a Brocken heart
and would sry every time the moon lite up at night
when every body goes to bed that’s his time to find the stars
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