Brother

Brother,

I’m frightened.

Can I sleep in your coffin with you?

Brother,

The monsters are after me.

Is it alright if I stay here a night or a few?

Brother,

I’ll be silent.

It would be just to sleep at night.

And I’ll leave in the morning once I learn how to forge my own sword.

Brother,

Fire consumes me.

My sword cuts the dark and the light.

There is nothing left of the brother you loved but charred bloody skin and brown eyes.