Wednesday, 10 April 2013
stormy warrior by Joshua O'Halloran
Explosions of mist were as scary
in a graveyard located in Christchurch.
The lightning tomohawk were as emotionless
as a toy
in an abandoned toy shop in auckland.
The blizzards hidden blades were as fast
as greyhounds hunting for ducks
in Cutts road.
The hail rope darts were as brave
as a nest of bees
attacking a nest of wasps
in pinehurst cresent.
The flooding swords were as tall as
as fifty giraffes
joining together in Hornby.