POEM STARTER

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.

Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.

Layers

Layers of gold

Stops of hills

The Bandersnatch Roars

The river glistens all day

The sky slowly fades away

The vines are strong

Where do we belong

Did we make a mistake

Who knows until we wake

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