Three Sisters Made of Stars

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She learned to hunt with shaking hands,
Painted hope on borrowed walls
A mortal girl with iron lungs
Who stared down gods and did not fall
Barbed wire heart, a broken crown
Died once just to rise again
She carried worlds upon her back
And still chose love in the end

From the snow to the throne,
From the dark to the flame
She bled so her family
Would never starve again

Three sisters forged in hunger and pain
One heart of fire, one heart of rage
One made of quiet, blooming light
They broke, they burned, they survived
Bound by blood, by fate, by scars
Made not of gold—but of stars

Steel in her spine, thorns in her throat
She never learned to beg or pray
Held the Cauldron’s screaming soul
And it carved her hollow, raw, and grey
She loved too hard, she hated deep
Built walls higher than the sky
But beneath the anger, shame, and grief
Was a girl who wanted not to die

She drank to forget the sound of loss
The sisters she failed to save
But fire answered fire in her chest
And she learned how to stay

Three sisters forged in hunger and pain
One heart of fire, one heart of rage
One made of quiet, blooming light
They broke, they burned, they survived
Bound by blood, by fate, by scars
Made not of gold—but of stars

She speaks in gardens and gentle things
But sees what no one dares to see
Visions drip like crimson rain
From futures sharp and unseen
They mistook her softness for being weak
Mistook her silence for fear
But even flowers grow through stone
And thorns still draw blood when near

She was never meant to be fragile glass
She was prophecy wrapped in grace
Watching worlds end and begin again
Behind a calm, unshaken face

From a cottage cold and starving bare
To courts of night and flame
They lost their lives, their names, their home
And were never the same
But love still binds what fate once broke
Even when the cost is pain
Three sisters standing at the edge
Daring the dark to say their names

Three sisters shaped by shadow and light
By sacrifice, by endless nights
One learned to lead, one learned to fight
One learned truth is not always kind
They fell apart, they came back scarred
And still outshone the darkest stars

Not queens by birth, not saints by choice
But survivors, every one
Three AR-shuh-ron sisters
When the world ends—
They rise as one