Ok haven't updated this in a while. I wanted there to be more things done in class before adding to the book.

On the smart board she had a picture of a close up of an old looking window. The place seemed rundown.
So she wanted us to write anything that could relate to that picture.
So I wrote a poem.

The night sky left the city dark,
Like it had lost all its spark,
As the chilling wind left its mark.

There the building stood, deserted
A dark aura is what it inserted
Probably best to leave it diverted

A sense of danger is what it left
Keeping clear would be best

This house has taken its toll
Like it left behind a tortured soul
Left behind that creepy window

I get it's probably stupid, but meh.