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.