by Heather Jones

Created on: May 24, 2008

In forest made of sunless day,
silver light, and moonshine play,
two sisters dwell with fairy skin,
which many traveler's hearts did win.
The sister with her cobalt hair,
feisty heart, and sapphire stare,
was the elder of the two fair girls,
whose skin in moonlight shone like pearls.
The younger one, with saffron strands,
topaz eyes, and gentle hands,
did help her sister lure their prey,

with their silken words and seductive sway.
Into the woods the men would go,
following the nymphs that beckoned so,
Then once lured into demon's arms,
they surrendered to their fiendish charms.
With graceful hands and swaying hips,
and the gentle placing of their lips,
they drew forth from their victim's soul,
the price they required, their wicked toll.
When once they'd completed their evil task,
in the moonlight they would bask,
upon the rocks that lined the stream,
where lost souls floated in a dream.
For centuries they lived this way,
ensnaring all who dared to stray
within the forest they called home,
where all the wicked creatures roamed.
But on one particular silver night,
the elder sister saw a queer sight.
For beneath the leaves of an ancient tree,
her sapphire eyes did chance to see
a man and woman 'twined in lust,
bare skin gleaming with faerie dust.
She watched with interest their loving affair,
while pixies alighted within her hair.
When once they'd finished their carnal deed,
the lovers mounted a snowy steed.
But before they left the haunted place,
the man's eyes found the sister's face.
His features bathed in cool moonlight,
lit up with fear at the beauteous sight.
But with his lover wrapped in his arms,
he fled the forest and its devil charms.
The elder sister, who did espy,
let out a breathy, loving sigh,
for one day they should venture back,
and swiftly become a midnight snack.
For days and months the sisters fed,
and demon dreams did fill their heads,
but elder sister did not forget,
the two fair lovers she had met.
She watched the wooded, dreary lanes,
for chance that she might see again,
the man's fair face, his chestnut hair,
his skin of bronze, his emerald stare.
The younger sister's topaz eyes,
regarded silently her sister's sighs,
and in the night when sister slept,
she often heard her as she wept.
Perplexed and often scared, indeed,
she watched her sister as they did feed,
and where once there'd been a demon true,
now there stared sad eyes of blue.
A countenance so wrought with woe,
that haunted lanes where men did go.
But though she try to cheer her mate,
her loving attempts had come too late.

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