Night Roses shimmer 
in moonlight like a dancing diamond, 
Petals are blooming,
as purple as blackcurrent juice,
like a pipe cleaner,
stems stand as tall as a small apple tree,
Roots sliver through soil,
like a snake trying to find precious prey and 
leaves hang from it’s stem,
like a bat having a sleep.

I met a man called Death,
he had eyes as dark as the midnight moon,
when he spoke his voice sounded as deep and as cold as a wolf in a 
cave.

I met a girl called Autumn,
she had hair as ginger as autumn leaves, 
and her clothes as red as blood.

I met a king called Night,
he was an evil king,
who at night covered his kingdom in darkness.

I met a woman called Fire,
she had hair as red as burning flames,
and she always complained of being too hot.

I met a boy called Anger,
he had a blistering sole of rage,
and when he spoke it was as frightening as lightning.

I met a queen called Frost,
she had fingernails of ice that burned my skin,
and snow white hair that waved in the wind.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I watched a swift, sapphire autumn trees as I stood stationary as a statue.
In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt anger swimming in my veins, as I argued with my bothersome brother.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I discovered a new book like a new adventure.

In the land of the land of Neverbelieve, I felt tears running down my face like waterfalls.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I watched clouds walk about the sky like cars on a road.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw flowers waving in the wind like beautiful balls of hope.