Sisters of the Veil

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Two sisters stand, in mystic array, Their habits dark, their hearts aflame, With secrets kept, and love's sweet name. The staff beside them, twisted and old, A symbol of power, a story untold, Their smiles entwined, a tender sight, As they embrace, in love's pure light. Their veils, a mystery, a hidden truth, A bond between them, in sacred youth, Their joy, a flame, that burns so bright, A beacon in darkness, a guiding light. In this depiction, we see a tale, Of sisterhood, and love that prevails, A bond so strong, it stands the test, Of time and trial, and the world's unrest. Their robes, a testament to their devotion, A symbol of their commitment, their heart's emotion, The staff, a reminder of their mystic might, A power that guides them, through the dark of night.