Dark Wind
Personification
By Connor Hinsley
Lyme Elementary School, Grade 7
Dark Wind
Running across the moorland
Screeching a bone-chilling howl,
A dark blast of air extends
A torn, cold limb racing through
The air as fast as a bullet
Only to whip the skin of its
Unsuspecting target.
Weaving in and between shrubs
A black figure speeds across the grass
Leaving a dreaded trail of icy death
Following close behind it.
At once, the evil being turns to face,
Shocking its prey into bitter cold abyss.

This poem is going to chill
This poem is going to chill the spines of anyone with a vast imagination like mine...I am coming for you...