On the way home, I met a dragon called Fire,

His breath was as blazing hot as lava.

His blue eyes glistened in the beautiful sun,

He flew with his giant wings in the stunning sky and his horns were as sharp as knives.

On the way home, I met a girl called Sunset,

Her eyes glistened in the sunset as bright as a flashing torch.

Her hair flew in the wind and it left a trail of fire,

She had a personality as warm as a sunset.

On the way home, I met a woman called Roses.

She smelt like a stunning rose perfume,

Her hair had a beautiful hair clip the colour of a perfectly blossomed rose.