Three sisters that danced in the night
That struck the snow bloody white
One of anger, one of fright, one of spite
A dark deed out of sight
Now two sisters danced the night
One kissed the stars with her light
While the other slit her throat that night
Now one sister danced
Yet the rhythm she could not keep and death came in her sleep
Now we are alone
The sin of where we can’t begin
And our night is end
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Annette Cashatt is currently an academic coach, writing tutor, and student. Early on her choices were limited to hunting, gathering, or writing. Her parents encouraged writing. Since then she has written fiction and nonfiction stories, as well as poetry. She creates graphic art as a hobby and lives in the hills of Nelson County, Va.
