two brother down, a mountain they stalk,.
But man chooses, So one breaks rock.
Thunderous sound, soon was found.
But even worse, the above that was bound.
falling came fire, proveing hells vow .
with the mounts despise, the devils takes a bow.
How Torrid the air, as the dark clouds lay.
He who chose, chooses now to pray.
Frantically he decrees, to kin no longer walking.
Brother quickly now, do you hear me talking.
Feel below the hate, as the earth is rocking.
All around this smoke , now is far to blinding .
Please I want to go, so a way out to finding.
Then the moment, that alone they held.
Slowing down time, as his eyes swelled.
Though his tears that, fell were born in fear.
His eyes held knowing, their outcome was clear.
Holding his brother, though cryin his voice.
For its all just illusion, believing in choice.
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Author:
Jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2025 05:47
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Comments2
A story a metaphor and a wonderful poem so nicely written
Much deeper meaning than first appears, some lovely lines, nicely written and expressed
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