Charlotte, Emily And Anne.

There's a darkness in the hallway
A cold, cold, silence hangs about
Now that the final candle
Has flickered and died out.
The wind without the four walls
Turns its whisper to a weep
But neither wind nor rain can enter
Where all but Anne now sleep.
Out across the moorlands
The winter's packed and gone
And springtime reigns majestic
With the first new lambs now born.
But the sisters they see nothing
There's a darkness in their eyes
Imprisoned thus forever
No door nor window to the skies.
Time has passed and proven
Each one equal to any man
Thus we treasure the web once woven
By Charlotte, Emily and Anne