Brother,

My world has gone far,
Passed hills and mountains, lived through peace and war,
Had my sword and my heart,
Had my breath blow away at space of art,
I had my thoughts in my head,
Had my mind tell me when I needed to fed,
We both were angels from the sky,
We both were born from a mother of the heavens of the high,
I never had found love, it wasn't at my likes,
But at least I had found trust with every new day that strikes,
You have found love, you have found joy,
But I never knew that you can grow into such a warrior from such a small boy…
…
And now we stand side by side,
Ready for the last hours of our breath and our hide,
Madness can't be stopped, men will rage,
Blood has spilled on the lands, the gloom filling every page,
I had loved you with my soul and my mind,
If to save my family, I would sacrifice for my kind,
Sword at hand, the blade waiting to spill the blood,
The sky darkens, the minds go ill and odd,
Me and you brother, sharing a true brotherly love and a bind,
Standing side to side, not knowing what we would find,
Our hearts beating slowly and loudly,
The army stands still, faces straight and glaring grimly but proudly,
The foghorn blows and the war cry sounds,
The thunders and the curses spill out across the grounds…
…
The armies clash together, splitting and slaying,
The arrows zip out low, piercing the falling and the swaying,
The blood paints the grass, the blades find the flesh,
Ravens craw and soar above the battlefield, waiting for the meat that is lifeless and is fresh,
Enemies cut each other down, ending the pains and the hate,
Brothers fight side to side, knowing their fate,
And here, is me and you,
The brothers who could live being alone just two,
The brothers who raised the trust and who were feared when in war,
The brothers who survived everything and lived through everything near and far,
We together are an army of our own,
We together are brothers who know no fear and throw off every demon off their throne!!
…
We clash through metal and through chaos, slaying and swinging our swords,
We break bones and shatter skulls as we slay hordes after hordes,
Brother, the grass is the color of the setting sun, the bodies lifeless and slayed,
The energy low, the hopes even lower as at the blood-spilling we stare that we made,
It's only us two on the grounds, with our friends slayed and put to rest,
Their ghosts empty, their families wondering what happened to their loved ones that are the best,
Our last hours are here to meet and to face,
Our hatred now risen, our enemies wanting to erase our race…
…
Now there is a thing called no mercy at slaying,
Our swords slicing the flesh and our enemies with the lifes are paying,
Here I face blood and toil, rage and hate,
And here we now have either llife or death in our falling fate!!!!
The blood creating a fountain and bodies falling in a pile,




(Meh i quit. i cant finish it and it just doesn't works out )
(but if you are wondering, yes, i made this poem just right now, and its about a warrior who tells his brother a farewell, and as he dies, his soul continues the farewell and encourages his brother in war. And well then i wanted to create that the brother dies, and they were the last standing against their enemies, and before he said how they were mighty and stuff, and its like how they have no hope but to protect their people, and then they die and blah blah blah blah )
(and even though they died, they won lol) (have no idea how)
(sorry for my typos. if there are any)






~Mishka Wayz~