Mindstate74

They gathered where the streetlights failed
pale silhouettes in drifting veils
their boots on cobblestone like spells
soft echoes no one else could tell

They painted shadows on their skin
with broken kohl and winter wind
and every heartbeat in the cold
became a story left untold

Sisters of the mist
born from silence in the cracks
of a city bent and trembling
under neon’s dying breath
Sisters of the mist
with their voices made of dusk
they were guardians of a world
that was waiting to exist

They moved like fragments of a dream
half devotion, half machine
their laughter drifting razor-thin
a quiet riot deep within

Their names dissolved in velvet smoke
their music hummed like restless ghosts
and in the ruins of the night
they learned to turn their wounds to light

Sisters of the mist
born from silence in the cracks
of a city bent and trembling
under neon’s dying breath
Sisters of the mist
with their voices made of dusk
they were guardians of a world
that was waiting to exist

No one saw the moment when
their shadows fused and rose again
a pulse became a ritual
a whisper turned cathedral

Sisters of the mist
children of the unlit rain
they carved a path where no one dared
through the marrow of the pain
Sisters of the mist
with their lanterns made of gloom
they lit the underground on fire
and gave the darkness room