The Brothers

Beneath a blood-red sky they meet at last,

Two brothers, bound by memories of the past.

The hero, golden light in his eyes,

The villain, cloaked in shadows, cold and wise.

"Brother, why?" the hero's voice a desperate plea,

"How did darkness claim your heart from me?"

The villain's laugh, a bitter, hollow sound,

"All I wanted was your sight, your renown."

"I fought in your shadow, striving to be seen,

To stand by your side, as equals, keen.

But you, the chosen one, the golden child,

Left me to the shadows, dark and wild."

"I wanted us together, strong and bold,

Yet I was weak, my heart grew cold.

I became the villain in this cruel play,

For I could never match your light of day."

Their swords clash, sparks in the dying light,

Two souls intertwined in an endless fight.

The hero's tears, a silent, anguished rain,

The villain's sneer, a mask for his pain.

"Brother, please," the hero's cry, raw and fierce,

"I never wished to see us both pierce

Each other's hearts with blades so cruel.

Can't you see, this war is but a duel?"

The villain falters, eyes wide with regret,

In a heartbeat, their fate is set.

He leaps before the final blow,

Shielding his brother from the mortal throe.

With his last breath, a whisper, soft and true,

"Right what I have ruined, for there's no one better suited than you."

The hero cradles him, a grief-stricken embrace,

Tears mingling with blood on his brother's face.

In the stillness of the twilight's glow,

Two brothers, united, through joy and woe.

One redeemed by sacrifice, the other through tears,

Bound forever, beyond their fears.