We were brothers,
We were the best of friends
Though we had a conflicting blood
Together, we were raised.
Friend;
Like you always said,
We have a Guardian-
Alike, all the same.
You prayed yours,
I worshipped mine.
We felt so secured
In spite of this divide.
Great times,
Are the signs of the worse
And intimately in line
Washed the memories we preserved.
The war raged-
Infatuated and insane
The cause was our 'Guardian'
And the conquest began.
The consequences were most feared,
Time seemed too leaden.
The priests must have conspired
And we were the ones who bled.
My dearest friend,
Would you keep my apology
I had forgotten what you said
And slaughtered several.
When you came to me
I held a blooded sword
The streets were burning
You were there, lost for words.
You held your tears,
The face had faith restrained
Yet, my sword was then a dear
I saw none, but red when it rained.
The once conflated
Had finally separated
What had started
Finally at the end, ended.
We were brothers
We were best of friends
As you said:
We have a guardian,
Alike, all the same.
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Transcendence
PoesiaHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
