My Muses

Three sisters within me, residing in my soul.
Their hushed conversations heard, in times of great emotion, whispering topics which suite their personalities.
First is Siri, joy injected into every word, it is she who is heard over the rest, even though she is the youngest.  Prancing in the fields, her blond hair reflecting the sun's rays and shaking hands with the wind, she rambles about love, happiness, and warmth, never failing to bring on a feeling of youth. 
Then is Sadako, grinding out her words in a madness and anger that seems to have no limit.  Crouched in the shadows of a dark house, her black hair covering her pale face and her fiery eyes, she talks of hate, betrayal, and horrible things, there is always a chill when she talks.
And finally there is little Sayuri, sitting quietly on her mossy log in the woods, her brown hair nothing special, hands folded in her lap, and still as a frightened rabbit.  She hums to herself about the simple things in life, and one can't help but feel serene.

But tragically the siblings have died, I am not sure of the reason, but hopefully they will come back.