I met a girl made of snow,
she was as cold as a ice cube
and she was stood in an pool of ice cold water
she was drinking a cup of ice
and she ate frozen fruit lolly .
On the way…
I met a boy of Thunder,
His voice crackled I’m the night sky,
In the midst of a storm.
I met a girl of Snow,
Her skin as pale as ice,
Her lips scarily blue and thin.
I met a lady of Flower,
Her poppy seed eyes sliced throughout the crowd,
while her sunflower dress flowed behind her.
I met a man called Rainbow,
His head always in a cloud,
his pupils shone like a beam of white light.
I met a lady called Rain,
Her eyes dripped of salty tears,
Her blue-grey skirt soaking with teardrops.
mind head
I met a man called Mind his head was big because he knew everything in the world.
Dusk
I met a girl called Dusk,
her eyes had screws inside,
her hair, black, long and like silk,
with the touch of her hand, anything turned to darkness,
she spoke of disappointment in her husky voice.
On my way home…
i met a boy called darkness he had midnight black hair and coal black clothes
Volt
I met a man called Volt he had electricity surging through his body he had sparking electric eyes that are as yellow as the sun his face had little electric currents sparking out.
It’s always cold
I met a boy called Fronver his eyes where as blue as the sea and his hair was as white as snow he whispered in my ear I wish it was always cold.
On our journey……
I met a girl called Winter ,
Her white hair felt as soft as falling snow,
Her cold blue eyes pierced my soul
as she sang a song of iced shards.
I met a boy called Car ,
He was riding a red flashy scooter the wheels
making sparks fly in the air.
I met a man named Fire,
His hair on fire,
burning as quick as a flash,
while he wore a red and yellow suit
and a tie the colour of a tangerine.
in the land of piesiclone
In the land of Piesiclon, I went on a hunt to find some wild flowers, I fond a pink and black daisy, A a sunny yellow rose and a dull grey lily flower.
In the land of Piesiclon, I heard a growl of a goblin trying to find some food.
In the land of Piesiclon, I watched a a trail of fairy dust scatter of in to the whirly woods
In the land of Piesiclon, I saw some fairy’s dancing in the pale blue sky on the white fluffy clouds.
In the land of Piesiclone, I felt so majestically like a girl dancing on the moon.
Dragons Den
In the land of the dragons den geysers rise, heat storms in thundery ashes. As the dragon yawns sparks flare burning trees to bits of darkness while lava circles round the volcano bay . In the mists of the world the blood ,red scaled dragon lays guarding her precious scarlet egg as if it’s a crown jewel waiting to be stolen . This dragon has heard to have slain a thousand dying souls and who has ever gone to this dragon has never been seen again .
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