Fate Set in Shadow Figures by Angelina Lune

Fate set in shadow figures

In the depths of the forest,

Between the crows' and ravens' call,

Sit two young sisters

Making shadow figures on a wall

The first sister as cunning as a wolf

Raises her hands towards the light

Setting stage for a woman

In a dress made of white

Covered in riches and wolfsbane

Stands a tall house,

There stands the woman

Between her children and her spouse

They all seem joyous,

As happy as one can be,

Forever engaged

In a picnic under the tree

The sister smiles with baring teeth

And lays her hands to rest

Away goes the shadow,

As she nods to her sister in jest

Now you shall see,

It is the second sister's turn,

Her hands move quick as a rabbit,

And the shadows move in return 

A silhouette forms,

Showing a woman running like prey

With not a rich in sight,

And a dress made of gray.

She stumbles and falls

Into a broken down shed

And lays herself crying

Unto an old, brittle bed

There she whimpers and whines

Until the sun goes to rest

And up comes the moon

When a shadow fills her chest

There is no child,

No husband in sight,

No riches, nor food,

No dress made of white

Is that the strain?

Yet we don’t know all

But it seems her story closes,

Between the crows' and ravens' call

With the pull of the girl's hand

The woman lies dead

Two hollow point shots

Lay rooted in her head

The sisters look at each other,

And laugh for a bit.

What a silly story,

Even you must admit.

But what happened here

You can not forestall

Remember, it is just two hands

Making shadow figures on a wall.