Dark shadows against blank walls.
Lost memories rush over me in a wave of fury.
All that I have suffered.
All so you could walk away.
So you could walk away from me.
Away from me witha clean heart.
A clean heart unshrowded by the dampness of sorrow.
All that I feel.
All that I have lost.

The sorrow for which I find no respite.
You stand and ask me why.
Why I speak of the pain that I have suffered.
It is nothing.
You find nothing in the hollows of my soul.
All I have given.
It is nothing to you and your ever replenished need for justice.
This twisted justice that you seek.

What is this justice that you seek?
Is it the same justice that i need?
You! You art my brother.
Brothers don't kill brothers.

So why my brother?
Why cast me unto the flames?
Cast me unto the flames where that wicked may burn.
Why then may I your brother burn with the wicked?

Oh! I have fallen.
Fallen with out you to catch me.
To break my fall.
Lost you in the mist.
Oh! I have lost you.

Now I stand.
Stand fallen.
Satnd infront of you.
Stand marred by those who sinned against us.
All the worngs.

Now we stand here.
With our swords drwan.
Drawn agianst one another.
Is that regrete I see in my brothers eye?
Could it be that my brother fells sorrow for all our lost kindred?
Then I see.
That its is not you I see.
Not me you see.
It is that I am simply a part of you as you are me.




 
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