He looked back at those times
Feeling both sad and utterly happy
How he missed them
how he loved them
How he wished, that for once,
One time, he'd be able to hear his friend's voice again
His brother's bright eyes looking at him
Not in fear, but proudly of what he had done
Not hollow of fright and angst
But of pure brotherhood-love
They were never to be parted,
Never to be broken
But after the final blow,
Those brown eyes of him, his own faded away
The life drawn out of him
He had heard his screams, hers
It had been too late to save him
His last words
So powerful yet so weak after heard once and never more
'Win, my brother.. And live…'
How I hate him,
How I loved him
