Drawn together an unlikely match,we stood against the world.
Three Musketeers we were so long ago!
Fighting, odds so insurmountable, for survival in a dark place.
Now, seperated only by the years and miles.
Alas, in times of need we are again each others' Sisters.
Alone we each have our comfortable, yet very different worlds.
Together, united for a common cause, we are as close as ever.
I pity one which endangers one of my Sisters.
Man knows no fury like Sisters scorned.
Beware of the bonds of lives shared closely, blood ties or not.
None shall ever be stronger, than the Love for my Sisters.
A contest entry
- Mosaic Inspired Contest by misselaineous.
825 points, ended April 9, 2007, 13 entries
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sisterhood has been a common theme in this contest and you have used the hell have no fury like a woman scorned to good effect here in your poem.
i like the sentiment and strength you have portrayed
elaine
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