I met a Girl Called Dream,
She walked around sleepwalking,dreaming of all the possibilities of life.She wore a pair of pajamas which were made of all of the old pairs stitched together bringing all the memories along with all the dreams at night.
I met a Soldier of Sorrow,
With a face as gloomy and as dark as the dead of night. With circles around her eyes which looked like she hadn’t slept in over a week her skin was tattooed with scars which represented her as a person.
I met a Boy called Cloud,
He jumped from pillows to pillows of clouds, his eyes were as luminous as the sun and his hair was a ball of snow on top of his head.He cried because he was alone but never shedded a tear.
I met a Woman of Thunder,
Her glare was as sharp as a knife and every word that slipped out of her mouth was a stream of molten lava.She has hair as electrifying as lightning and every time she walks the whole world and sky rumbles like somebody is moving one hundred tables at once.