Three little souls

Off on a journey of who knows?

Each confused, and a little lost

Not quite friends, none labeled 'boss'

And so they came to three way path

They realized at last

Each in turn;

the shy first,

the impulsive second,

the loud one third

Different yes, parting on terms absurd

'come were we can hide!'

'no! Here were we can all dance to time!'

'WITH ME! IN PEACE WE CAN ABIDE!'

No, no, no, was finally spoken

Their link efficiently broken

And as a whole crumpled to the ground

they needed each other, but they were unbound

…so she died, with her soul in pieces