Three Sisters Or Come The Revolution Comments

Another sister, the illegitimate one, Is in the background Waiting, waiting waiting For there is the breath of death in the air The smell of rot and decay As all good things have to end. What will be the winter's winds; Grow cold, Rattling the shutters, twisting the lifeless leaves Stirring the dust long settled but freshly awakened Even the sun seems less bright The moon casting fewer shadows The brook bubbles and becomes quiet. The girl's hair thins and turns grey, Autumn is here. s