Queens of the Summer Court

Your mustn't go after the Queens of Summer, to do so is great peril
For they protect with burning passion rivalling that of the sun
The oldest might not know or believe in the unseen world
But she is the only one her daughters listen to, for they wish to be good girls
They protect her with ferocious vigilance and love her with warm embrace
The Older Sister is the untiring Warrior, their greatest Champion of Light
She will play with you under the stars, that deadly dance you love so much
But if you hurt her Mother or Little Sis you will learn why she is called the God Killer
The Youngest Sister is made of innocence, flower fields and flower crowns
She frolics without care, for she knows she is well looked after
It was she who the dread God came after, for a secret the Pixies say I mustn't tell
And Older Sister's protective wrath burned the God to a crisp
Never to be seen again.