The Death of Three Sisters

The death of three sisters Three sisters sadly fell. At different times they died, though in them countless millions stood and worshipped side by side. Though none of good will wished them ill yet evil still was found and spirey towers once touching skies came crashing to the ground. Fallen, fallen were their stones, found fallen was their pride. The middle sister first, murdered by the hand of man, burned by countless firey blasts til pillars could not stand at last. and Exploding stone fell from head to feet, fell burning to the ground while fire did sweep old Dresden’s town to destruction near complete. The youngest perished next. No evil at the hand of man but evil nonetheless. The quaking earth brought that distress, Adam’s fault, if not the rest, when by his hand the fallen curse came first to all creation. That fault through every generation brought second sister down with sorrow and with Christchurch shock, and weeping in that town. The oldest outlived sisters both. This grandest dame with greater fame lived near nine hundred years. She did not die at Adam’s hand, nor by an evil bent. Some say careless burning butt discarded still unspent caught this lady in her prime with workmen’s good intent. And yet the evil came, with Paris fears and Paris tears for fabled Notre Dame. Three evils of our natural world disturbing sister’s peace. All three were laid by hand of man, first and fourth degrees of homicide, then careless negligence, but with or not with malintent still all sisters fell. The first has now arisen, the others will be well, but til new heaven and new earth none safely can here dwell.