The Three Sisters

Overlooking the valleys below, nestle three sisters of Jamison.

Paralysed from a broken heart, their grudge frozen through time.

Breathtaking views and praises, will not heal their pain.

Alone and treasured like a deserted ship, within deep ocean plains.

Sunlight reflects their outer beauty, striking every town.

Green bushy trees patiently mourning, those who were struck down.

The early birds chime euphonious stories, to heal the sister’s heart,

but eventually moonlight comes, and breaks it all apart.

Deep down lies a dark secret, lingering from a lightyear ago.

Stories hidden but never forgotten, thick and harsh like snow.

Loved ones stolen out of reach, never to be seen again.

Hopes and dreams all locked up, only regret remains.

Reaching for each other’s hands to hold and value dear.

The battle, the terror, the attacks, still make them shiver in fear,

and as they look into the forests, they remember all their scars.

Poor sisters stand in silence, wishing to the stars.

To this day, the legend remains, unveiled and beyond price,

as the sisters suffered mistreatment, forced upon sacrifice.

Our love can be a bandage, to their unhealed wounds of the past.

We shall all pay our respect, and deepest apologies at last.