(A/N) Hey there Woman in Black fans, it's me, DarknessBloodAngel and avid Jennet fan. I'm back with another poem, and I think it's way better than the last one. I hope you tell me what you thought of it, and whether you think I'm nuts or not. ;-P The poem is about the tea party scene at the start of the film, and I named it after the soundtrack played with it - Tea for three plus one.
Enjoy.
~ooOOoo~
Laughter echoes into the small bedroom.
Triplets, so fair and innocent in their identical beauty, fail to realise there's a chill in the air.
Two are busy passing a cream teapot between them,
While the other is busy brushing her doll's hair.
The china cup chinks against ruby-red lips as the girls continue their tea party, completely unaware there is someone watching them.
One brown-haired girl turns to adjust a doll - - and becomes mesmerized.
And one by one, her sisters follow suit, their chocolate-brown eyes glazing over.
All three are now transfixed, and slowly stand up.
Smash! goes the small china cup as it slips from one triplets' finger.
Smash! goes the porcelain teapot as one black boot crushes it.
Smash! goes the doll's head as the last of the triplet's continues in her stead, following her sisters.
The three little girls all walk across the cream carpet, oblivious to the fact that they are taking the walk towards their deaths.
Opening in perfect synch, the three windows open with light twists of the girl's hands.
Two steps is all it takes, and they're staring out into the town below.
One more step...
... And it's the call of Death.
They plummet to the ground, making no sound.
Three bodies hit the stone cobbles, three blood trails snake along them, and one very distraught mother screams out in agony.
In the corner of the room, once occupied by a tea party, stands the uninvited guest.
The Woman in Black herself.
She smirks under her veil, as three more children join the ranks of the dead.
