I was once told a tale of two sisters in despair, the made quite an odd and opposing pair.
The first was named Jane, who had a small child.
The second was named Sally, who walked for miles.
Through the dark forest, to the furtherest end,
Sally took comfort in the quiet round every bend.
Sally listened to the rustling in the leaves.
She had memorised the songs of the birds in the trees.
There in the woods, lay a special place.
For it was there that their mother had fallen from Grace.
Deep in the forest, past the first gate,
is where their mother had met a grisly fate.
Sally would return day after day,
even though Jane had warned her to stay away.
For Jane life went on as much as it had,
protecting her child from all that was bad.
Online she had met man she really did like,
So she arranged to meet the stranger who called himself Mike.
Talking and talking, they had done for days,
not really knowing each other’s ways.
With her sister distracted, Sally continued her walk,
with no one to disturb her, no one to talk.
Jane was warned not to meet a stranger,
unknowns on the internet had led to such danger.
Jane took no notice she was sensible after all,
Mike was a good guy, he had it all.
Jane carried on, straightening the house as she went.
Her last thoughts being, what Sally had meant.
She tried to contact her sister a lot,
but Sally was drawn back the murder spot.
Sally found the tree, where it had all went awry,
where her mother had given her final cry.
There had been a lot of blood, or so they said,
when they found the mother, torn, cold, dead.
The river had run red in the pale blue dawn,
for the two sisters, the mother was gone.
While Sally was drawn closer to the horror,
Jane couldn’t wait to meet her new lover.
‘Get some rest before the meet,’ she said.
Her child was content so she slipped off to bed.
Sally could still smell her mother’s perfume,
It had followed her mother into every room.
But alas there was nothing that could bring her back,
just the memories of that fading dirt track.
Had she been cold when she fell into the water?
Did she realise what she had done to her daughter?
Sally could only hope that wherever lay their mum,
she could see what both her daughters had become.
The time drew nearer for Jane to meet her new friend,
closer still was her inevitable end.
With a draw of a blade, the two sisters became one.
Jane now lying comfortably with their mum.
For a very long time Sally had waited,
to be alone in the house, she claimed to have hated.
But wait … another body stirs.
The life of the little child will soon be hers.
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