One wild winter's night,
While I sat lonely on a chair with velvet silk,
Reading my many old and forgotten tales,
My eyes carefully closed, because I was definitely ready to be dozed,
Suddenly, I heard scratching,
As if something was painfully scratching,
Scratching at my windowpane,
'It is nothing,' I mumbled, 'I just have to stay sane.'
That's it, it's just the rain.
After I could bear the scratching no more,
I flung open the window,
Ready for the deepest sore,
'Nothing there,' I muttered,
Suddenly, in came a fox of gleaming, gold fur,
It stared at me with his eyes of guilt,
It brought me to my mind,
It shrieked at me like death,
I felt it was my last breath.
Then this flaming fox started walking around me,
'What is there to see?' I asked,
The guilt pounced through me,
The guilt controlled me, I could take no more, 'Tell me your name!' I demanded, 'Guilt!' shrieked the fox.
by Maya Macudzinska (10)
Ray Lodge Primary School - Essex
Competition - Once Upon A Dream
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