Following a roleplaying event ran by a guild-member. I found the story haunting (pun not intended), and I really hope one of my musician friends will one day grace it with music. It's also been very nice to rhyme again after so long. From January 4th, 2015.
The Sisters Three
In Stormwind’s graveyard spirits rise
with voices mute and hollow eyes
to call for help, and none will hear
the ghostly plea, but one dead ear;
the Ebon Knight embraced the cries
of Graves of Old.
The tortured spirits told the tale:
a warlock’s dark, unholy spell,
corrupting three pure sisters’ souls -
with foul deceit their hearts he stole;
And now in shadows they will dwell
by Graves of Old.
Not long ago their live feet walked
upon the land’s green hills, they talked
of love and faith, and now they haunt
The Graves of Old.
The tombs were cleansed, the spirits roared
when, raging, came the Scarab lord,
corruption’s source, the sisters’ bane
arose to smite all hope again
by Graves of Old.
Then gushing waves of darkness spread
from out his hand among the dead
and all hearts sank but one, for lo,
a pure hand wields the Sacred Bow -
An arrow’s light where no hope treads,
in Graves of Old.
The sisters Swordsong were set free.
Farewell, Veleria, sweet Vivi,
Farewell Verisa; no more rage,
to keep you in the warlock’s cage.
You’ll live in song and memory -
The story of the Sisters Three
will be remembered, ever told
in Stormwind, on the Graves of Old.
