The Dreadful Menace by Ikrash age 9

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.