I wrote this poem in 8th grade for an english assignment and while reading it back, I thought it was actually pretty good. It brings back some nice memories from middle school where life was pretty carefree.

So here it is:

Illusion

A white sheet

Falling from the heavens

A blanket for the monstrosity below

Trees drowned in powder

The foliage covered by a pristine coat

Devoid of wildlife

The frozen lake of crystal

A purple sunset on the horizon

Radiating onto the bland scene

An illusion.

A white deer

Looking for food in the lifeless biome

Predators spying

Waiting to spring into action

Vermin crawling below to keep warm

Foxes pouncing into the snow

An illusion.

Wolves howling in the background to find their pack

Desolate.

A flicker of fire

Warmth

Comfort

Protection

Hope

An illusion.

I was honestly pretty surprised by how well I used imagery. There's definitely room for improvement but considering I wrote this when I was 13, I'm pretty proud of it.

One of my friends who was into art helped me draw the wolf. The house was my own doing. Pretty clear skill difference there :/