A dark gray town cobblestone streets
pounding rain
hooded figure darting in and out of view
a single tower reigning above the rest
inside are the three sisters
singing an eternal song
striking fear into hearts
the sisters rule over the land
without any real force
but in emotions
controlling peoples deepest being
voices of beauty or disgust
three sisters caked in an ebony attire
deep black hair hanging low
wandering amidst a tall clock tower howling song while traveling up and down the steps over and over again
the cries can be heard from a distance and we move in closer through out the town
an old British medieval feel the town has houses without an inch of separation all shoved on tight streets and hanging over the sidewalks casting eternal shadows
everything gray
windows boarded black clouds litter the sky
the songs of the three sisters can be heard over the thunder in the distance
the rain keeps pounding on the solid cobblestone
shrouded figures run back and forth hands clung over ears
They sing songs out allowing their voices to travel alone
their voices find the smallest spaces and the weakest minds
they seep into peoples very thoughts and being itself
They sing to keep order
they are not of this world of course
the voices ring out and keep people in line
the voices kill but only one thing
hope