The Family Business
The crimson night swallowed their vexed jaws.
The long journey left them weather-beaten.
Their demons walk among divulging flaws.
The monster advances gaping wide-eyed
Showing no mercy, they cock their rifle
Sending smoke into the sky on the divide.
They vowed never to make their father's fault
As they withdraw the gun from their soiled hands.
No hesitation, grab the torch and salt.
There are more of them circling in the sky,
Pounding on the doors of their subconscious.
The two know it's better to never ask why.
The brothers understand their grave dangers
And rarely wonder about each other.
Blood may be family but they are strangers.
Nevertheless brotherhood is evident,
And they refuse to stand unaided.
Though the gate of Hell is shrieking their names,
"Nevermore!" he cried engulfed in long flames.