A brother once, but nevermore,
A lover once, but nevermore,
Ones love hath changed its face,
The other's hath lost its place in time.

My majik dwindles.
Time to die.
Yet why do I still live?
My brother is not a brother,
And my lover no longer that.
What have I to loose?

My brother loves me still,
Holds me dear till time will have its say,
As I am young, and for me he is far too old.
We must wait to see what my future unfolds.

The time it takes to write this piece,
Will be enough to save my bleeding heart.
And yet all the same I wonder....
When will they realize
The pain that brews behind my eyes?
 
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