As the bones gave light, the tiger glared tight.
the door creaked open as a rusty pipe burst.
A dull, deathly pale skin peeking out the rusty log door.
The house wobbles on its elegant chicken legs swaying left and right.

The crows feathers were as black as the pitch black sky.
As the flowers died of thirst.
The thick smoke poisoned the air and painted the surroundings.
As the staircase trembles all the places and is a lifelong journey of stairs that you will never be able to reach the top.

The roof of the hut was so sheikh that the lion would eat it for dinner.
The log fence blunders and collapsed suddenly to the ground
As the trees fade the place gets darker and darker not being able to see