Sisters in Shadow

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, Three sisters gather, bound by mystic call. Their forms entwined, a dark, graceful dance, A solemn ritual, a sacred, hidden trance. The fallen figure, wrapped in white, lies still, A sacrificial lamb, on the altar's hill. The sisters' eyes, with mystic power gleam, As they perform the ancient, mystic dream. Their black attire, a somber, mournful hue, Contrasts with white, a symbol pure and true. The atmosphere, thick with tension and fear, As they invoke the mysteries drawing near. Their whispers weave a spell of dark design, As they surround the figure, lost in time. In this dark ritual, they seek to bind, The power of the fallen, to their mystic mind. Their bond is strong, their will unbroken, As they stand together, unspoken. In this moment, they are as one, United in their purpose, till the ritual is done.