On the way home
I met a boy called Scales
his eyes were red with rage,
claws stretched out like a cat he pierced the prey.
His sharp claws stretched out like long nails
you could hear the piercing noise of Scales roar.
I met a girl called Sun
her moods flickered like a torch
Her hair shone a golden brown
and she never settled to sleep.
I met a girl called Winter
she twinkled like a star
She only drank hot chocolate
and she never went far.
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