Blizzard - A Poem

They look for a spot to land on the floor,

Steph rushes forward towards the door.

A spiral staircase winds around. They follow untill they reach the ground.

Through a curtain Steph leads inside,

"We must find your mother," they cried.

Another room, varieties of shell,

No sign of mother, no clues to tell.

On the landing they hear a voice, to go down the stairs is their next choice.

Steph's parents talking, it must be! Straight away they hurry to see.

Raised voices they heard as they draw near,

So round the stairs Rabbid does peer.

"It's Blizzard!" He says with fear,

"What the hell is he doing here?"

Inching forward Rabbid can see Blizzard's plan is so dastardly.

Four winds held - each in a guaze sack, Blizzard was banished but now he's back

Rabbid hurries to tell the news,

They must stop Blizzard, no time to lose