A/N: This poem is from Will and Jake's POV. It switches back and forth in the sections marked with the line, starting from Will's POV. Enjoy! Please R&R!

Blame

They think my life's a fairy tale,

Or so people say.

They don't know the sorrow I feel,

At the dawning of each day.

Every day, I watch the sun,

And think of all those years.

Our sister's death keeps playing back,

And unleashes all my fears.

In all my anger, I think of my brother,

I know I shouldn't blame him.

But if I don't blame him, I blame myself,

I watch as the stars go dim.

I wake and see him standing there,

Watching the burning sun rise.

I too, watch the sun's bright glow,

Lighting up the skies.

He turns and looks me in the eye,

But does not say a word.

How strange this stillness between us,

Silence, the worst sound ever heard.

O brother, have I angered you?

Please don't say that I did.

All my life, I've strived for approval,

Ever since I was a kid.

No, you have not angered me,

I'm angry at myself.

For not going out to get a doctor,

For our sister's failing health.

O brother, please do not be mad,

The fault is truly mine.

If I got some help and not some beans,

Our sister would be fine.

Let us forget our guilt and pain,

At least for a little while.

Let's go the inn for a girl and a drink,

Or something, to make us smile.

You want me to smile and laugh again,

Then bring our sister back to life.

Then we can dance, sing, and be glad,

And we'll forget about all of our strife.

You know very well I can't change what is past,

You say that our sister is dead.

That may be true, in her physical body,

But her spirit has not yet fled.

Her spirit and laughter will live on forever,

She's in you and she is in me.

And it's our job to preserve what's past,

So all of the world can see.

I watch as he reflects on this,

As he turns away from me.

On his face I find hope and pain,

I pray I could make him see.

Can I believe the words you say?

Are any of them true?

Do you say these things to comfort me?

Or do you actually feel rue?

I need time to think about this,

My brain's not working right.

I guess I need a drink or two,

To forget about this plight.

He says all this with a sad smile,

As he gets up to leave the room.

"I'll get the horses set to go,

And we'll be drunk before noon."

I sigh and glance back out the window,

As I too, begin to get set.

I look toward the heavens and imagine my sister,

I say "Lotte, I'm in your debt."

They think my life's a fairy tale,

Or so people say.

They don't know the sorrow I feel,

At the dawning of each day.

A/N: Sorry if the formatting a little wacky. I'm still learning how to do this.