It was a frigid winter night,
with no bright lights,
and the strapping young man
didn't know he was about to lose his hand.
The intensive murderer had found him,
and started making the world seem dim.
He made a maneuver to kill anyone he saw,
although he knows it's against the law.
The poor young man then heard strident screams
and then realized it was all a dream.
I had to write this for English class last year, and this is how I became addicted to writing poetry... =]
