If I was summoned

To create a treasure,

I would take:

The jagged claws of a lion scraping against a tree,

The deep roars of a miserable bear,

The screeches of a deer bleeding in horrifying pain.

The deafening explosions of Mount Fuji erupting in Japan,

The ear-splitting vrooms of a smooth, astonishing Lamborghini Aventedor.

The antique televisions zapping and buffering when trying to watch Father Ted,

The brutal, saddening gunshots and deaths in World War I.

The petrifying screams from the hallways of a haunted house that rests on Elm street,

The continuous, curious smiles of Michael Myers.

The rage of a tornado playing tig with humans,

The voice of waves echoing in my ear from a tsunami still haunting me.