On my way to darkness I met a girl called Frost.

Her soul had darkened over the midnight years

Her voice as icy as winter wind and for eyes dark holes.

On my way to darkness I met a man called War.

His nails deep with mud and gunpowder

His hopes disintegrated into anger and despair

and his lungs unhappy from smoke.

On my way to darkness I met a boy called Emptiness.

His soul had withered away to dust.

His nails bitten to the core and his eyes full of nothing.

On my way to darkness I met a woman called Eagle.

A single sound will alert the beast.

Her prying eyes scan her unwanted nest.

On my way to darkness I met a queen called Unfair.

Her mouth twisted into a fake pout every time some innocent person asked for help.

Her habits as unfair as king henry the v111 was to his wives.