Three sisters
Two born of full moons
One red and one blue

The third more special
An anomaly to our brood
Arrived with a new moon.

Three points of the triangle
Our dreams weave together
All sewn through

Premonitions are quieted
To anyone outside
But together our visions hold true

The sight of crows
Means something special
Warnings freezing our instincts.

Judged and called crazy
We don't need the world
As long as there remains us three.

We danced and played like children,
splashing in puddles and jumping the stream.
Trapped in the curse of our youth,
tangled in kisses and forever spinning.

Neither corrupted for we were already fallen.
Anger and lust pumped through our veins.
You climbed to the top of the tower,
and triumphantly exclaimed-

'I AM GOD!'
Lightening fell from behind,
cupped into your palm,
maniacle and dizzy.

My heart flipped as I stared in awe.
I knew from the start we were toxic.
With that moment engrained in my mind,
I knew I loved you, however tragic.

Your skills are no match for mine,
so you try and censor me while I speak.
You’re a fool waiting on the wrong block,
I’m far from delicate or weak.

My words will ruffle your feathers,
you’ll be shocked by the way I behave.
Then you’ll try to crush my passion,
or think you can badger it away.

You’ll soon learn I’m not an easy target,
my brazenness is here to stay.
My strong will won’t be corrupted,
I was born standing up and unafraid.