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?

- x -

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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