Enchanted

• Chloe Gonzalez, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Lightning streaks the purple haze,
a crooked finger of light finding its’ way.
After comes a blast of thunder,
awakened for its’ time to plunder.
Down below roars the ocean,
frothing and seething as if making a potion.

The truth stands tall,
and before I fall,
on this parchment my words will scrawl,
‘Enchantment surrounds us,
keep your eyes open
for if you’re not careful
this magic will be broken.’