Sisters Poem by Eric Paeplow

On a obsidian throne, reigns the night, bane and suffering dwell each side
The unholy trio, tormenting timid souls on their journey throughout time
By a lonely path, they strode, unaffected by these cruel demons dreams
Shrouded forms, they appear to the souls in agony, their woes, legion

With breath from pallid faces, they came, struggle and strife, sisters of the same sire
Onward they strode, ever onward, each step, each mile past, a new beginning
Every moment, forever changing, like pages shorn from a fleece again brand new
The vivid cape or embrace of the cloak, warm and inviting on a cold nights passage

Their lives filled with passion and faith, their laborious task, their fervid mission
The light carried forth to all they encounter, be they thought Priests or Paladins matters not
Only the light, the oil that fills the lamp, to fuel the beleaguered souls encountered
Existing in their azure world, dimly lit, barely a flicker left alight, to fight back the darkness

Awaken thee from thy torment, heed not the irresistible siren's song
Wade forth toward the shore, safe from the churning violent seas
Protected from your trances, your soul at last unbound from suffering
At last free to dive headlong into the unfathomable depths of your souls desires