Any innocence they held since they were children
Has long since fled them.
It has melted into the age of childhood,
Which they discarded behind them like old skins.
Demons chase their every step,
Hound their every move.
No human should ever fight them alone,
Yet they slice with blades forged of hatred and sorrow.
There are two of them.
Brothers bound by a strong friendship.
Kinship.
Duty.
Each brother,
Representing a pact made in blood,
Representing a side of the sword. . .
Each brother lies on a different side of the fight.
The first brother seeksrevenge.
Chasing demons and dragons of his hate.
But how much does he really know?
What is the goal he yearns for?
Yet the other,
He holds a voice of his own.
More fluid than any language --
He lets his actions dictate his own speech.
They are known as brothers of the blade,
Formed with pacts as strong as chains.
They believe in the other --
No matter how much their animosity grows.
Shinobi desire what they can never have.
A hated four-letter word they strive for.
L-O-V-E
Love to help them grow stronger despite the ages.
Shinobi are quiet, calculating and cold.
Accurate, cold-hearted, and strong.
They are everything,
And just as elusive as the shadows they hide in.
Each brother respresents a side to the shadows, and the light.
Yin.
Yang.
Good and evil.
One dresses in black, but his eyes are trained only to the light,
Hoping, wishing,
Dreaming and wanting.
Everything he can't have.
The second dresses in white, but sees only the darkness.
Revenge. Hatred.
Sorrow and frost.
He holds himself to the dark depths of his demons.
Destiny and Fate are twisting creatures,
Weaving threads into a tapestry,
Holding mortals to their end.
No human may dare ask what they have in store.
Yet the brothers stand,
Voices ringing against their rules,
Breaking their chains.
These two brothers will not lie low.
It is unknown on whether or not the brothers of the blade see the light as one.
Only they are certain if they see the same things.
Their lights may be different,
Thrown into shadoes of white, gray, and black.
No matter how many duels the brothers encounter,
Where steel meets steel,
Flesh and bone blend together,
They are evenly matched -- and only for one reason.
No matter how much one side of the blade may hate the other,
They are forged of the same steel.
No matter how much one side of the blade wants to strike the other,
They are bound to stand back-to-back.
No matter how much both sides of the blade may wish to be free from the hand that controls them,
They hold the same hilt.
Light and darkness co-exist on the same plane,
One can never exist without the other.
Brothers forged of the same blood and steel are the same,
And will always remain as such.
No matter the fate that awaits them.
Author's Notes:
Alright, I know I already did this, but I couldn't help but re-do it. I saw it, and I was thinking, I want to make it a bit less choppy -- so here you go. I got some positive feedback before, and I hope to be doing more re-vamps. Also, guys, be patient with me. I recently found new inspiration after a long drought, and I should be making my own fanfiction about GI Joe soon. . . Although it will be staged in the Sigma Six-area.