[A/N: This originally started out as homework, but I wound-up mixing a bit of my own life in there and I like the way it turned out. If you're interested, feel free to read the next chapter.]
Ode to a Brother Fallen
Brother to Ophelia,
Suspect to wrongdoing,
gone to the Earth;
Laertes.
Poor, confused Laertes;
a pawn in the game,
a soul in the wandering,
one caught in the cross-fire
the battle fighting only partially his.
Seemingly just,
whilst the evil clouds over
&controls from behind the curtian.
Terminated too soon
gone before he is himself,
finished before he truly began.
A fate shared amongst his kin
to curse? coincidental wrong? elaborate nothing?
A tornado tis home to;
unable to tell his Left from his Right
rising up while falling down,
once more,
an end met before the beginning is reached.
To search again now,
perhaps forever,
traveling with good intent,
to Heaven? to Hell?
to another Unknown?
alone? with kin?
No matter,
whether tis efforts have frozen over or melted, I bid thee,
Farewell,
Laertes.