This is called The Brothers, and I came up with it when I was sitting in my room being bored (like usual)
The Brothers
The candles dimly lit the hall
As shadows dance upon the wall
Two pair of eyes, on black, one gray
Said more than words could ever say
The elder with a robe of white
That shone like beacons in the night
The younger donned a darker cloak
So dark, the light it seemed to choke.
They moved as one, thus drawing nearer
And they could see each other clearer
They mat after some five steps each
Their arms they slowly used to reach
Out to the other through the air
Through silence many could not bear
And grasped the other’s reaching hand
Firmer than a strict command
They pulled together in embrace
As they rejoiced at brother’s face
After the buildings drastic fall
They’d found each other, robes and all
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