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