Sisters of the Night

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Four women stand, in mystic array, Their forms entwined, in sacred dance, A ritual of sisterhood, a mystic trance. Their robes, a dark and flowing sea, With hints of red, like secrets yet to be, Their hair, a golden, silken stream, That flows and winds, like a mystic dream. Their eyes, aglow, like embers bright, Reflect the fire, of a deeper sight, A world of symbolism, rich and deep, Where mystic themes, and secrets sleep. In this, their moment, they are free, Four women, lost, in ecstasy, Their bond, a tie, that binds them strong, A sisterhood, where love and mystery belong.