Seen only through my sightless gaze,
The weight of your neglect and pain,
Averted fate, now lost in haze—
Your downfall, carved in sorrow’s chain.

Though young, my brother held great grace,
His wisdom far beyond his years.
At your farewell, none showed a trace—
Not a single tear fell through the years.

I recall the world through clearer eyes,
Though you took that light from me.
Flint, with his mind, not his might,
Was the one who set us free.

– Obsidian