There are men.
But there's us too,
and our past
and who we are. And who we are isn't going to change.
The way that we have lived life isn't going to change,
even though we've tried it,
tried to move away and run away,
and shut it out
and tell the Fates
'no, no, no' (Three times no)
there are only so many times
you can lie to yourself. There are men.
And they think they can be knights,
but we like Pirates. You will find no princesses here,
No sleeping beauties. And though our skin might be as white as snow,
and our lips as red as the rose;
we are the ones who deal the Apples. We have lived enough life to fill
Ages of mythology.
And though there are things we would do differently,
and words we wish we might not have said;
our scars, our pain
are from the battles we have won; Because my daughter and I,
have never lost a war. So there is no one to save.
The only serpants to defeat,
are the ones that live inside our skin;
but we are fierce creatures
that can never be tamed. And the truth of it is;
as much as we say
'no, no, no' We love who we are
and where we come from And the Power of Three
will set us free. ________________________________________________________________ --sentences.
Sisters, maybe twins, possibly cousins. We won't know unless we see their birth certificates, the real ones, not the ones they use to get ID.
This is what they do for a living. They walk in, take what they need, walk out again.
It's not glamorous. It's just business. It may not always be strictly legal.
It's just business.
They are too smart for this, and too tired.
They share clothes, wigs, make-up, cigarettes. Restless and hunting, they move on.
Two minds. One heart.
Sometimes they even finish each other's --
-- written by Neil Gaiman | 
