My secret is made from – 

Children running into an illuminated hallway,

The hauntings of an abandoned manor,

The darkness of the void,

The dreams of the deceased souls,

The scorching fire from the brightness of the sun,

And the streams of sorrow.

                                             I found it – 

Snagged by a lion’s sharp, pointed claws,

Trapped in times everlasting clock,

Imprisoned with fierce rats,Crouched in the tightest cave. 

                                         This secret can – 

Make honey from the busy bees,

Make the poor overcome the rich,

Can destroy humanity into a million pieces,

Cause earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanoes to erupt,

Make silk from every dirty or ragged clothes, 

And can control every element, 

                                        If I lose this secret – 

The world would shrink to the size of a pea…