Lyria, Elysara, And Nymeris Poem by Den Dooven Diederik

Three sisters, daughters of blandishment
Under the starry, black velvet sky
Triad of adroitness
Their eyes are hidden, their lips sing
Their garments swirl like shadows in the moonlight

Three witches, concealed in a arcane world
With fingers soft as silk, graceful as the wind
They spin golden threads with a mischievous gaze
Each turn a lure, each weave a duty
Each strand a life, hesitantly enduring

In the darkness, a shadow creeps
Like a waiting guardian of veiled mysteries
From bursting light, a bird is born
Small, shimmering, a turning wheel
In circles of abeyance

As the night draws in its breath
Their forms merge into the distance
A whisper of them fades in the space
Not imprisoned but defying their birthright

And when the stars align once more
The sisters will return
Grow from the earthly dust
And weave new life from the pregnant threads