Once Betrayed, Twice Shy
Disclaimer: I do not own Huntik.
Author's Note: I was recently introduced to different types of poems and I wanted to try writing some. On a sidenote, the wait for season 2 is killing me. When is Huntik returning? :(
Cherit
White looks like the breath that escapes from our mouth into the cold winter air.
White feels like the thick fluffy clouds in the sky.
White smells like the air just after it rains.
White sounds like silence in the cemetery as the evening draws nigh.
White tastes like milk that is soon turning bad.
White wraps itself around the neck like a warm muffler, drawing tighter.
White reminds me of all the snowball fights we've had.
White is like the cloudy memories in my drawer.
In my mind, I like to see things in colours. It's a simple way to describe things that are hard for me to explain. The atmosphere, which was once filled with the colours of all my friends, is now white, lost.
Lok
Exuberant, friendly
Running, jumping, solving
Growing like a blooming sunflower
Yellow
Sophie
Graceful, fiery
Reading, helping, fighting
A confident lady full of passion and energy
Pink-orange
Dante
Loyal, practical
Seeking, thinking, defending
Never one to leave his friends behind
Brown
Zhalia
Mysterious, ambitious
Hiding, searching, protecting
Strong and courageous through adversity
Purple
But white is also like a blank canvas, a new beginning waiting to be painted. There is still hope of filling this room with colours once more. And while you're gone, we'll keep our colours alive and wait for your return, warmly welcoming you back home, Zhalia my friend.