closure (phoenix)

Once upon a time
The were three sisters
Young and fine…

With the rod of holy No!
Clasped safely in her hand
Ruby would combat all the world
And her own she would defend;
Now after many moons of fights
To carve out her own path
The holy No! reached its heights
Whispering, I’ve had enough

By Ruby’s side had always been
Her baby sister Sally, the little brat
Who’d throw a tantrum every time
There was some fortune to be had
She needed Ruby’s protection to keep
Up with the jihad of combat & strife
For that was the very raison d’etre
Of her own twisted, backward life

Together they kept fighting fit
Leaving others quite exhausted
Whilst Sally threw a hissy-fit
And Ruby would oppose it
Enya, their eldest sister therefore
Never got a proper chance
To go away, out to enjoy a play
To freely flirt or sing or dance
Her joy of life had seeped away
Without any grounded sense
As to why this madness may
Keep throwing out the balance

Then one fine day she decided to
Lock up the two youngsters who
Had either been Rebelling against
Her own growth and happiness
Or Sabotaged with all their might
Her experience of love and light
So Enya created a business plan
To marry them off to a duo of men
Who said they longed to be kept in line
By such beauties, so delicate and fine
To spend a lifetime working through
Their own shadowy, core issue

With all the hurdles thus eliminated
Enya found herself blissfully liberated
As Entrepreneur with authentic grandeur
To create a life of true abundance
That let her sing her songs of soul
And let her dance, complete and whole