A/N: Hi, guys! Nice to see you again! This is another poem-fic, and I also really like this one. Already said it before and will say it again now: I hope those of you who don't normally read poem-fics give it a chance.
There are spoilers for those of you who haven't finished The Iron Trial.
I also published this fic on AO3 (username: MidnightHalo27)
Disclaimer: The Magisterium book series belongs to the amazing authors Cassandra Clare and Holly Black.
Jericho
by: Gakuenalicefan27
Call had always wanted a sibling
But he never told a soul
Letting his father know would have been too cruel
Saying it out loud would have made the loneliness too real
It hurt anyway
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Hurts even more now
He might have had a brother once
Might have killed him, too
He thinks he misses him
But he doesn't remember him
Is it even possible?
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And is it wrong…?
Is it wrong if he wants to remember?
Just him. Nobody else
From back then
Nothing else
From back then
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So maybe he'll stop being
A faceless person Call's heard about
A tingly feeling in the back of his mind
What was he like?
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The Enemy's brother, his counterweight
He died too young, such a horrible death
He was missed dearly
He was missed so much
It all went to hell from there
A/N: Thank you for reading it!
Once again, I remind you: I also published this fic on AO3 (username: MidnightHalo27)
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