My Sisters
My sisters are my pride and glory/
An endless legion, woven into my story/
Our bond defies the boundaries of space/
A sacred connection no vastness can erase/
I dwell in shadows, a soul of the night/
Yet their love surrounds me, a radiant light/
No judgement do they cast, no fear do they bring/
In their embrace, my heart takes wing/
To harm my sisters? A perilous path/
For I wield the ancient magic of wrath/
No hand need I raise, no physical fight/
The darkest spells prevail, cloaked in might/
Respect my sisters and I'll respect you/
The balance preserved, the curse eschewed/
But cross this line, tempt fate's dire call/
And you'll learn the price, darkness claims all/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2025
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