The Brothers Death

The two brothers,
They had been loved by all,
And though others may have seen them as friendly,
Alone they were anything but.

Once one day at a cliff,
The two brothers were quite alone,
They got into a savage argument,
Over a common interest.

You can never have the Lordship,
The elder of them called in fury,
Why do you think that you can take away from me,
What was promised at birth.

But I will make a better Ruler,
Cried the younger of the two,
As he shoved the elder brother backward.

The elder stumbled for a moment,
But regained his balance quickly,
You were foolish for doing that,
For now I have reason,
To lock you away,
Never to see the light of day.

In a mix of terror and rage,
The younger brother charged,
Knocking the elder to the ground,
But alas the shove was too much,
And terror building higher,
He saw his brother fall,
Down and down,
And off the cliffs jagged edge.

He ran.
He ran to the house of his father,
Where he told no one what had happened,
Only that his elder brother was gone,
Never to return.

The others just assumed,
That he had ran away,
So they sent search parties out,
But they all turned up empty handed.

The young Lord's education began,
And he learned it all with vengeance,
Determined to show,
That he could do just as well as the dead.

After his father died,
The boy was no longer young,
But was ready to be a full Lord.
A Great Lord.

He immediately went out on a journey,
To honor the unknown death of his brother.
By claiming the gilded lilies.

He went travasing o'r the land,
Killing in order to protect,
The knowledge he held so dear,
That would attempt to strip away,
His honor as Lord and Leader.

He traveled to the cave,
Where the lilies were rumored to be,
And unabashed by fear,
He walked into the gaping maw.

He walked past corpses with a firm step,
They were both fresh and ancient,
Covered with flies,
Or baren to the bone.

The guardian stirred,
Knowing of the intruder,
And wishing them gone.

The monster roared,
And charged at the Lord,
Who had naught but a sword.

The Lord jumped to the side,
Slashing the beast on the flank,
The sword ripped out of his hand with the force,
And clattered to the ground .

Scampering he ran to pick it up,
But was pinned down by the creature,
The teeth gouging into his back.

He let out a throat wrenching scream,
And arched his back in pain.
The beast,
Thinking his work was done,
Bellowed in triumph.

Getting up it lumbered away,
Tending to the wound at its side,
But the Lord was not done yet,
And he scooted over to his blade.

Rising unsteadily to his feet,
He charged the unwitting guardian,
And plunged his blade into its scull.

The Lord stumbled back,
Into the depths of the cavern,
He found the two Lilies,
And picked them both.

He went back to the opening,
And basked in the warm light,
He bound his own wounds,
And headed in the direction,
Where the fateful cliff lay.

And several weeks later,
Once he got there,
He stood alone,
Contemplating the golden Lilies in his hand.

And in a single motion,
He threw them past the brink,
Into the darkening pit below,
Dear Brother,
Forgive me,
And I hope to see you again someday.