I will tell you a story--a wondrous story,
about the time the three sisters did meet;
It's an enchanting story, true as it is,
of when Sun, Moon and Earth did compete.
From each kingdom of Earth and Heaven,
One queen chosen and praised.
She most fair of face and heart,
To be thrice crowned and up-raised.
The crowd gathers in silent processions,
To pay homage, coin and compliment;
The queens, each standing in state,
Smile prettily at commencement.
Behold the queen of the Sun!
So golden and raidant,
Bearing hair of brilliant fire,
And a grin so triumphant.
She raises a hand in a show of grace
and waves to all in passing,
But her eyes betray her arrogance,
and her humility is sadly lacking.
The queen of the Moon follows next,
a pale twin of her sister,
she gives the smallest nod,
and all sigh to see her.
Garbed in robes of silver splendor,
she watches over the proceedings with joy;
a goddess, regal in starlight and shine,
smiles with her lips tipped up--so coy.
Last of all there comes the youngest,
Sister-queen of the Earth,
She is revered by none, shamed by all,
Discarded and mistreated from birth.
Her people misuse and ruin her,
Digging greddily and being wasteful,
And yet she stands straight with pride
against things others find distasteful.
Sun-queen sneers, her lips curl
"What is she doing here?"
Moon-queen nods, cold and regal,
"Her beauty--to ours--is nowhere near."
The Judge, almighty Puck,
Always one to play tricks high,
Stands and bows to each
and then straightens with a sigh.
"My ladies fair, I commend thee,
But alas, I cannot say,
which of you is the fairest sister,
'Twould take years--certainly all day!"
He waited with baited breath,
a smile tucked away,
Sun-queen eyes widened
and she suddenly had much to say.
"Now listen here, you arrogant fae!
Play no jokes on me,
You will name me fairest--fairest of all!
As it should rightly be."
Moon-queen's cold eyes narrowed,
and to her sister she turned,
"Now you are overly hasty,
Titles must be earned."
To her chest she pressed a hand,
and tilted her chin to the sky,
"It is quite obvious, foolish sister,
that the fairest of all--is I."
The two couldn't agree,
and so they turned their backs,
"Never again, shall either be,
where the other is at!"
And when those two haughty sisters left,
Good Puck did finally laugh,
He made his way to Sister Earth,
and spoke to her at last.
"You are the winner, Sister-Earth,
The others are naught next to you.
You are the fairest of them all,
Once and for all--it's true!"
And Earth with her modesty,
did smile and bow deeply to him,
"I thank you for the nomination,
but I never thought I'd win."
Puck smiled in good humor
and waved with delightful glee,
"You underestimate yourself,
and thine sisters are nothing to thee."
So Queen-Earth was thrice crowned
by Fae, by Nature--and her original ground;
She is beauty and grace, Mother of all,
The youngest sister, standing tall.
What became of beautiful Earth, you ask?
I could tell you, if I knew.
The story still hasn't got an ending...
that--depends on you.