Tristram Kimbrough - age 9

In my box I will put
the flame of a lizards jaw
A message flown into a black hole by warlocks
A sunny day never seen before
and a tooth from a vampire asleep forever
In my box I will put
The tongue from a dragon that never existed
The tusk of a boar ready to charge
A penny from a magic world now forgotten
and a fish resting on a silk rainbow
In my box I will put
A walking tree that never stops
A star shooting from a mouth of a bee
A reindeer leaping through the summer grass
and a shark with wings flying high
My box is fashioned from emeralds
with lightning bolts for hinges
and flying horses on the lid
And shadows outlined with fairy wings in the corner
I shall play with my box until the world ends
and when that day comes I shall leave the world
forever