the dark sister
As the sun begins to leave the lands;
Darkness's powers reign once again.

Good folk now back into their dwellings;
Begin to shutter and bar the entrances.

As the clocks strike the 13 th hour across the land;
The shadows of witches gather at the ritual alters.

Fresh blood falls on the ancient stone;
Runes are drawn and words are cast.

A wisp spirit enters the Prime Material Plane;
It gathers the offerings and returns home.

All the 13 dark sisters wait for the answer to their prayers;
Another rift appears but darker than the blackest night.

Manestitese steps forth into the circle of its cult;
"I have heard your call, and you are worthy."

"You served me well in your life, and when the choice came;
You chose to serve me in death in lieu of seeking your eternal reward."

"So you will have a reward befitting your service;
You will once again walk amongst the living as one of the living."





On their master's command, 13 wisp spirits emerge from the dimensional gate;
Wrapping themselves around the dark sister's shadowy forms, a
change occurs.

The wisp spirits disencorperate into a heavy sulfuric smoke;
Left in their wake, the dark sisters once again are flesh and blood.

Manestitese departs for home as the encroaching light appears in the east;
"Go into the village and enjoy your reward."

After walking for several hours, the dark sisters enter their village;
In four decades little had changed here, including their identities.

The older residents remember them for who and what they are;
The villagers caught and bought the dark sisters.

The dark sisters were burned by mid-afternoon;
Their bodies were buried before dark ensuring an end to their night reign.

In a dark dimension not really very far away, a deep voice spoke;
"The greatest reward one can receive, rest and peace!"

And they did;
Rest in peace.