In a great mansion, by a tranquil sea,
Were born two brothers, just minutes apart.
Fruits of all that was, and seeds of all to be,
The entire country gave the princes a place in its heart.

Abbot spoke first while Costello was the first to stand.
But Costello’s hand was always around his brother,
While Abbot’s silver tongue justified Costello’s mischief in the sand.
And all those who saw them exclaimed that their love was like no other.

So, the two grew with their only similarity being the bond with their land.
To the growth of the boys, the slowly rising waves stood testament.
For it observed how envy made Costello’s hand,
Push the favourite Abbot, and sow the beginnings of resentment.

Slowly, the sight of the inseparable brothers faded to a memory,
For long nurtured poisons now surged in their veins.
And one stormy night, both began to worry,
Of their own fate if the other reigns.

And when the old king did suddenly perish,
Chaos assumed kingship, for the two brothers declared war.
Not just over the land, but also the woman they both did cherish.
The earth rumbled in protest and the sky wept from afar.

And that night, the sea rose to meet her lover- the moon.
Failing to do so, she heaved and brought destruction,
Crushing the palace and the people, all too soon.
And the night saw the crumbling of walls and determination.

The brothers rushed outside, only to be devastated
For what worse fate can befall one,
Than to watch the only love of their life mutilated?

Both collapsed to their knees for they believed themselves undone.

And then, heart wrenching cries escaped through them together. Abbot spoke first while Costello was the first to stand.
And this time, each held the other’s hand.

Water had proved its power over blood,
For that day, emotions did flood.

That saline water had purged them of that poison,
And from the ashes of their past, the rise of phoenixes had begun.