I am death,

as silent and as dark as a moonless night.

awaiting peoples’ final breath.

I am nightshade,

disguised as a blameless berry.

because of it animals’ lives fade.

I am winter,

bringing sickness and hopelessness with me,

with frostbite I bite off toes and fingers.

I am arsenic,

taking the lives of  of artists,

in the form of green paint.

I am a gun,

spitting bullets at the innocent or guilty,

reaping souls is my inevitable fun.

I am a tyrant,

slaughtering ones who speak truth,

spreading lies and enslaving the poor.

I am plague,

 mercilessly massacring children and elderly alike,

remorseless and vague.

I am a criminal,

proven guilty in court,

waiting for freedom.

I am war,

the machine-guns rattle,

felling soldiers like trees on the bloody floor.

I am love,

anyone can shatter me,

anyone can reinforce me.

I am a birthday,

gathering friends and merriment,

always a special day.

I am Christmas,

snow in streets,

the masses of people make other people nervous,

and red stockings filled with savouring sweets.

I am springtime,

with bunnies and flowers of every colour,

a sunny and luminous season.

I am Holi,

a colourful and fun day

to enjoy.

I am friendship,

sometimes broken most of the time restored,

a bond between a person and another.

I am school,

arguments and fights take place at break or lunch,

other than that, a good opportunity.

I am summer,

trips to beaches and swimming pools,

no woolly and itchy jumpers,

a bright time.

I am a child,

whole-hearted and innocent,

naughty most the time.

I am me,

who might you be?