Passion's Death

I stared deeply into his eyes

As he stared hungrily into mine

I felt his finger stroke my cheek

Waiting for his passion to peek

His lips maneuvered over my face

His kisses at an untimely pace

I forced his lips to mine

And kissed him so passionately fine

I sensed a figure behind him

I opened my eyes, and in the dim

I saw a stern, yet handsome man

The one who had asked for my hand

My love sensed my nervous ness

So he turned and saw a man who's pissed

"Hello, older brother," said my betrothed

"Hello, little brother," said my beloved

The younger stared at me with such despair

Something I knew I could not repair.

"Is this your choice?" he asked of me

"To live life with him and not with me?"

I felt the elder back away

Knowing my decision was at bay

I looked back and forth between older and younger

They stared at me as my decision was pondered

"Yes," I decided, whispering so quiet

"I choose him." The elder's eyes and mine met

I felt the younger's anger and sadness

Rise into a rampaging madness

"Pity," said the younger

I looked at him and saw a deathly hunger

In the blink of an eye, to my despair

The elder was on the ground, gasping for air

I flew to him, and saw the stake

It pierced his heart, his life it takes

Tears streamed down like waterfalls

The rippling pain would not stop at all

"If I cannot have you," I heard the younger utter,

"Then my brother shall not have you." I mutter,

"You may have had a smaller part,

Of my bleeding selfish heart.

Now you own none of me.

And you never will, now let me be."

I sobbed the sorrow of my pain.

Knowing I'll never feel the elder's touch again.