on my way home

I met a man called Inferno.

 Eyes blazing with fire,

 A heart pumping embers with rage,

Molten rock hard skin.

He destroys everything in his path.


I met a girl called Perseverance.

Her skin tattoos with scars, eyes wide filled with relief.

Relaxed she shares her words of wisdom,

After a long war against her doubts. 


I met a woman called Frost,

Her eyes as piercing and sharp,

Her face scattered with ice shards.


She sends the world back to ice age.

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