It's a dark, depressing gloom
Fog is swirling around the room
A door creaks open and the air goes still
Molten, fiery eyes light up the dark
A glint of light on teeth razor-sharp
A stench so foul
Then an ear-splitting howl
'You boys and girls, listen well!'
The monster's mouth, a sickening grin
Then a tiny voice squeaking, 'Come in, come in.'
In an instant the monster disappears
I awake from my daydream, just before tears
It's my teacher and she's not that bad
by Olivia Bushell (8)
Byfield School, Byfield
Competition - Once Upon a Dream
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