I met a girl called Cloud.
Her skin was as soft as a teddy,
her misty eyes kept dark secrets hidden away.
Deep lines where engraved into her skin where diamond tear drops flooded down.
She lifted her snow white hand and brushed her curly hair off her face,
her voice was like a siren’s song echoing through a valley.​

I met a girl called Winter.
Icicles hung off her frozen hair like daggers,
her frosted eyes started into a pit of loneliness.
She shrouded her self in a snow storm,
her voice was like a penny being dropped down a never ending well.

I met a girl called Storm,
her hair was as wild as a lions mane and
she was drenched in tears.
Her eyes where a like an empty box,
she shivered in the wind alone and empty.
Her body was as cold as stone.