On the way to the park

I met a villain  allied carnage.

His hand was a weapon

and he had a glider to save him from falling

His eyes were wept red

I met a king called storm.

The king’s ribs were as still as a toy solider

and he was a golden statue

His diamond crown shone like a chest full of treasure.

I met a dirt biker.

His name was Ghost rider

He did crazy stunts like jump over people

And he could make balls of fire i his hand

His motorcycles exhaust was as dangerous as a cobras venom.