I will take with me in my rucksack, A magical envelope made out of zombie paper.
I will take an invisibility cloak made out of the finest spider silk.
I will take my ginger bread house to keep me awake as vile beasts hunt the night.
A net as comfy as mums clan fresh blankets.
A crystal axe as sharp as a sabra tooth tigers teeth and as bright as a twinkling star.
A never ending water bottle that will never shatter.
Matt tiptoed as he approached the curved door. He reluctantly peeped inside Melton Manor. Hanging from the ceiling, there was a spider fighting its way down the shredded web. On the wall in front of him, it looked like a substance, seeping through the cracks of the chest of a painting. From behind the table, there seemed to be a rattle that was approaching. Matt felt like the floor was about to swallow him, he didn’t know what to expect.
Autumn
Dead blossoms leaves,
whirling in the autumn breeze,
down to the cold hard ground.
Dreadful, dawn wind bites
like a dog, clouds are sly cats,
slipping quietly by.
Frozen mirror leaves
locked in ice, suspended in
a slice of cold times.
Bonfire night,
popping fire works,
in all different shades.
Roofs are frozen too,
with a bite of spice,
and sleeping beauty’s touch.
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