I stood in the room of torch thunder,

Lightning coming down like a moon disappearing.

I stood in the room of red ribbons,

They danced like people.

I stood in the room of anger,

Breaking everything as the fire of London appears.

I stood in the room of silent cars,

Stomping my shoes very loud with no noises.

I stood in the room of books,

The pages with magical powers like the movie called the worst witch.

Finally, I warned into the room of ocean,

When I got there, sharks appeared on the skin of my palms.