I met a boy called Frostbite.
He was relaxing in the reflective snow.
He had crystal clear eye’s and his hair was as thin as ice.
His coat shimmered as he entered into a Cave of crystals.
I met a girl called Perseverance. Her skin Tattooed with scars.
Eyes Wide filled with anger.
Angry,Worried She Shares her secrets.
After a long War against herself.
I met a girl called Midnight.
Her dark, black shining dress was refleacting the moon.
Calmly she shared her words of wisdom.
Her hair felt like A dark black moon shining like a star in the sky.