I met a girl called Perseverance.
Her skin tattooed with scars.
Her eyes filled with relief.
Relaxed, she shares her words of wisdom after a long war against despair .
I met a man called Peace.
His hair as wavy as the tumbling waves in the ocean of love.
His mind is filled with dreams from the past and the future.
Eased, He floats around the woodlands like an affectionate ghost, whispering to the animals of the woods.
I met a woman called Power.
Her hair was her blanket of bravery, reaching her feet.
Her eyes filled with crimson fire from battles and war.
Raged, She slashes her victims and wears their bones as a crown to show her victory.