{"id":4537,"date":"2018-07-17T11:56:58","date_gmt":"2018-07-17T15:56:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/HatchetOnline\/?p=4537"},"modified":"2024-08-16T14:04:11","modified_gmt":"2024-08-16T18:04:11","slug":"sisters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/sisters\/","title":{"rendered":"Sisters"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">First published in Fall, 2009, Volume 6, Issue 2, <em>The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\"><br \/>\nTwin sisters born fair of face<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">One named Rose the other Grace<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">They shared no love when each was born<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Given to jealousy and deepest scorn<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">True love they would never find<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Both were evil and the devil\u2019s kind<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Rose met a man of wealth and fame<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">But it was Grace longing to share his name<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">The man knew not of their shared hate<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">His love of Rose her mortal fate<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Grace plotted to enchant him away<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Her twin sister she planned to slay<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">She mixed a brew from nightshade in bloom<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">With her sister\u2019s death he would be Rose\u2019s groom<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">The deceitful Grace reached out to Rose<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Feigning love as the same blood in their veins flows<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Rose welcomed her sister\u2018s pretences of love<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Grace spoke to her like the cooing of a dove<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">She came bearing a gift of wine<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Made from the berries of the nightshade vine<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Rose took a sip and grabbed at her throat<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">While Grace smiled and appeared to gloat<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">She watched her sister wretch and die<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Their eyes fixed there was no cry<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Grace became Rose and married the man<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">A golden ring he placed on her hand<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">But the ghost of Rose appeared each night<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Consuming her sister with unspeakable fright<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Grace screamed and hollered until the break of dawn<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Before too long the groom was gone<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">A voice whispered in Grace\u2019s ear<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">For all your life you\u2018ll know this fear<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">You took my name to become a wife<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000;\">Your evil ways will end your life<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; 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