Jack
He began black and strong
But soon he was red and racing
Through the jungle kissed by the sun
He is controlled by the thirst,
The thirst for life one not of his own
The fire is out and so is civilization
Instincts are all that are left, tarring though the jungle crying for more
Tattered remnants are the only thing that keeps him connected to home
Afraid to let go of his last part of civilization
The mask will soon consume him
And then he will be gone
Piggy
He holds the true power, that of light
Light that is the force of life
Though the prism within his hands he lights the power
The fire rages and keeps the hope alive
As the moon and sun watch over us, so does he
He keeps us alive, our hearts, our need for order
He is order that never changes
Just as the odd breathe that is his but it always is the same
He holds the want and need for civilization