I met many people.
I met a huntress called Flame.
She had eyes of fire that glistened
And her hair was as deep as a wild fire
With small braids were planted within her hair.
I met a hunter called Thunder.
He had eyes of horror that reflected
And his muscles were strong
With robust bones beneath them.
I met boy called Winter.
His eyes glistened in the snow
And his fingers was a cold as an icicle
With icy fingertips pointing to his house.
I met a girl called Summer.
Her warm breath blew on my face
And her soft voice chimed in my ears
With her whitened teeth sparkling in the sunshine.
I met a man of Honesty.
His clothes were made of soft silk
And his glistening teeth sparkled
With the truth oozing out of it unexpectedly.