Winter is approaching…

I am your haunting nightmare,                                  
the one with a restless day.                                                           
 The spine chilling breeze upon your neck,
 I am your enemy you face me, now you pay…

I will commit wars                                                                                                               of wind, rain and snow,       
I may battle
for your warning, get ready, you will know. 

When you enter my frosted kingdom                                                                             take your last breath,                                                                                                         feel the chill upon your hands,                                                                                          Face your brutal death.

Lie upon my majestic snowflakes,                                                                                 I will stop your heart. But be brave.                                                                             Lie down hopelessly,                                                                                                       You cannot be saved…

I  am the dreadful menace
The one who will decide your fate.
The one who will lead you to your death.
I am the one who will tell you what to do.

I will summon armies .
Of ferocious harsh wind and crystal bitter hanging icicles
And stinging snow which I will throw in your face.
Icicles like glass will hang above your head.

I made the vast dangerous  black cloud overhead.
Not you or anyone can tell
What is right. Only I can decide what is right.
I will tell you when to jump.

I will tell you the height.
The  ones  that came before you
Stood strong and brave
But  they died.

Those people could not be saved.
But you challenge me.
You are going your way.
Would you make it?
You can have your day.

I am cruel winter

The coldness on your hands

The snow, the ice, the rain, the frost

I will rule your lands.

Danger and death is all you will get

So this is your chance to forget your death

Do not dare to enter this dreadful hell of snow

The snow will blow your eyes.

My ice will stab you all

You will never see light again

Your fate is over

Again and again I will haunt you.

But now you stand before me

Devoid all of dismay

Could it be? Just maybe

I’ll let you have your day.

I am the King of winter
The one who will destroy your day
The killing time has come
I am the master of your death

I will perish all forces
Of those who go astray
I made them suffer
The fearsome ghosts of winter

Not or any will dare to roll the dice
Can you make your choice? 

I will lead you towards your death
And I’ll rip apart your flesh
The ones who try to attack me
Will now suffer from my killing pain
And I have stolen their souls 

Which now I will never release
Now you tremble towards me
Helpless and exhausted 

Could it be? That I could be the master
Nobody will dare to challenge me now
This will be your day...

I AM DARKNESS....  By Awais aged 10

I am the dreadful darkness.

The one you can’t see.

The noise inside your head.

I can lead you but you cannot lead me.

My snow is like a whip smacking on your face.

I will summon an army of wind rain and snow.

I can summon the glass below.

I am an enormous creature.

The one who cannot die.

I will come back and defeat your dreams steal them as you lie.

Black sky will be filled with snow.

Beware! The winds will forces you to your knees

You will beg for me to go.

“Leave me,” you will say, “please”

Rapidly, the hazy blizzard drifted towards me.

Snow tickles my frosted, jagged edges,

Clouds drift past me delivering their goods.

As I stand here, snowboarders, skiers, idiotic stuntmen-they all terrorise me.

Wind moans throughout the day.

Magnificent-the scenery is just magnificent! 

 I’m no man made creation.

Also I am best not messed with!

I am soon to be taken over by men, women and children because the winter Olympics are on the way!

The Place of Dreams

Ice cold, freezing and lifeless snow flows down and lands slowly on top of me.

Slowly, icicles form below me. My rugged edges collect pure pieces of white snow, my top gives me my strength.

Many people try top: climb; ski; and conquer me, they never succeed.

I am a toy to them.

Each year they try again but each year they never triumph.

“Stupendous-the land is brilliant also stupendous”, I hear them say before they go.

The air is humid the higher I go, I don’t need air to live.

Icicles hang dripping from my body.

The sky spouts snow like a waterfall.

I’m the target.

Everyday snow lands on me, every day I get angrier.

I am the land of snow. Fear me.

By Eric Owusu-Afari

The Place of Dreams

Drifting across me, snow wildly tickles my sharp jagged edges. Clouds float past me delivering there precious load. I stand here in this dark, dreary landscape, no-one knows me.

Skiers, snowboarders and crazy stuntmen-they all terrorise me every four years. Every night it’s like a stormy night in the Bemuder triangle.Blazzing and blazing I still don’t warm up.

Hazardous, hazardous avalanches storm down the mountain like a stamped of wilder beast. Dangerous-the frozen landscape was extremely dangerous.

Lazily, rain trickles down every nut and cranny I have making it to the frozen valley below .Im soon to be taken over by millions of screaming humans, because the winter Olympics are on there way….

By Nathaniel Ingle       

The Place of Dreams

Floating across me, dangerous blizzard tickles my rugged edges.

Silently, I stand here in this incredible place.

Billions of years old no one has seen me.

Skies, snowboarders and the competitors they all terrorise me.

Wind blows quickly though out the days.

The sun scorches pass me but I never warm up.

Incredible-my kingdom was magnificent!

I am as tall as an enormous skyscraper.

But beware-I am not to be messed with: OR ELSE!

Lazily, storm rain trickles down my freezing body, making its way to the bottom.

 I’m soon to been taken down by men, women and children.

The Place of Dreams

Drifting across me.

Rapidly falling from the sky laying on me.

Falling on my edges making me freeze.

The cold snow falls down slowly falling down.

Clinging on me it won’t let go.

Icicles hanging on my mouth.

Shining, sparkling, the snow is still falling crippling me to the ground.

The whistling wind blows around me making me feel alone. But not for long because the Winter Olympics are on their way.

Ready for another year - the Olympics are coming.