I once heard of a man who will become like no other... He was once known as my still unborn brother. A brother to me, no relation of blood, just that of soul links our inexplicable brotherhood.
He whistles a tune that echos throughout time, everything he writes; it is so sublime. Yet he has no name, has no fortune, no family to love, his life is nothing but mockery from above. Still, he stands tall with a sword in hand, never violent, but elegant always on demand.
He will walk in the darkest abyss and shine a way for mankind. He will slay that which is wretched, even if it means that he will die, yet he is never thanked for his heroic deeds; he never begs nor pleads. He simply walks down this path so lonely, whistling a tune so melodic, yet so eerie.
If only you knew the tale, that of my unborn brother, you would know that you needn't bother. I would like my brother back, for this deal of ours, just turned awfully sour. What good are Gods if they make me weep? Please have my brother returned by the gates of my keep. I will not accept death, never accept pity, not until I end this midnight dreary...
...I once heard of a man who had became like no other, this man so divine, my unborn brother. A brother to me, no relation of blood, you could say he's my other half...
...The half that is good.
