To the ladies, most raven fair:
I release you in love
so that you may now find welcome
and transcend to above.
To the angel with the little
black stirrups: Drinking tea
and scaling windows has never
been such a joy as she.
To the princess with the little
white gloves: A shoulder dance
awaits a shy and gentle grace
that only she can prance.
Though my skin may miss delicate
kisses and hands so sweet,
our forms must say a grand farewell
till next our spirits meet.
Solace, Sisters
To Brenna and Sheena. Peace to you, my sweets.