THE DARK KNIGHT By Lili Daskais
Slowly turning round and round , Your flowing hair twirling around your face like a ballerina , Your feet magically moving in small , delicate little steps , Gracefully , you leap up into the air and time seems to stretchhhh out like a rubber band , You end in a tiny fragile stop . Then suddenly , the dream is over . He appears like a dark knight , unwelcoming and cold , hard rock . Edward . I say his name with disgust , like spitting out brussel sprouts . No , worse . Like spitting out rough , cutting metal , like spitting out sharp , shivering , muddy ice , like spitting out plain , empty plastic ... And it all ends with a single punch .