Canterbury Tales

For English, the honors people had to write a story to go along with our pilgrim character.
Here's the first section of what I have so far~ Much thanks to Matt for the writing prompt.

There once were traveling sisters three
Named Mara, Deborah, and Yun Gee.
An odd trio, to say the least,
They bickered as they journeyed east.

Mara, the first, had hair of red
That shone of firelight round her head.
Her eyes were dark, old secrets lay
Within their depths, ne’er to betray.
Yet years of dormancy did cause
This incarnation to give pause
To ancient habits. So did she
Walk with sisters in harmony,
(Or so ‘twas called, their waging war.
Their fighting was told of in lore.)
No more old demons did she slay,
Nonhuman heart soon to decay
And give way to more human helm.
Her temper was known through the realm.
Yet habits die hard, it is said.
And spots can’t completely be shed.

The second, Yun, was short of size.
Her Asian countenance and eyes
Did give away her heritage
(she was her mum’s exact image).
She, unlike Mara, was not mean.
Instead, she was high on caffeine
And sugar rushes, so you see
She *was* hyperactivity.
Prone was Yun to happily spazz.
She listened to j-pop and jazz.
Lighthearted was this youngish girl.
She would far rather play and twirl
Than worry over unseen things
Brought on by cabbages and kings
And things of naught, or so she thought.
This banters with her sisters brought.

Deborah was the last of them.
Her troubles seemed always to stem
From her sisters, opposing ends
Of spectrum that nearly transcends
The limits of human patience.
But I must say, in her defense,
Those two kept it up day and night-
If one saw black, the other, white.
She tried to quiet their quarreling,
And, restraining she from snarling,
Soon joined into the mad fray.
And while part of her felt dismay,
It was too much for her to win,
And if losing, why not join in?

Now on this journey with these three
Fighting too much were they to see
That up the road, an ugly hag
Muttered and sifted through her bag
Of fiendish things. Mara could first -
Sensing her kind – feel that the worst
Of any curse was soon to be.
She hushed her sisters angrily.
-- end

There's more, but I was in a hurry when I turned it in, so there's no real transition... I go through over 50 lines of intro and the middle and end were waaayy too hurried, so I'm going to insert a few filler lines. Insom-ers and select others will understand the demon incarnation references... others, well, let me know if you think you've figured it out~

I got the camera hooked up to my compy~

I'll be posting more prom pics, and then I'm going to update My Story's art section.