A.N: So I was suffering from serious writer's block earlier, and was provided with a sadstuck prompt of Dave having nightmares each night of Bro's death. Aaaand I kind of butchered that prompt. It was originally a fic but it kind of turned into a poem-like story. So, enjoy what I've written here! (I promise the next update for Lenses is in the works. Seriously, I pinky-swear and everything).
It's time for the final stand
Clash of wills, one strong one deadly
Brothers stand side by side
Harlequin menace grins and beckons
Fire plagues the sky, so hot
Burning your eyes
Burning you
Burning
Burn
You burn.
Fly up high
Swing sword low
The smallest smirk
A glimpse of victory
Red turns green
Miles of lightning
Skies that are anything but
Sound so much loud too much sound
You hear.
Jutting out and impudent
Sword so shitty it could be a sord
Red flows outward
Red eyes widen
Red miles descending
So
Much
Red.
It hurts your eyes
Why are they stinging
Why are you bleeding?
It's time to wake up, now
Just open your eyes
You see.
He can't be gone yet
Why won't you stand?
Use your legs, move your legs
My brother, my brother
Why won't you stand?
Colours, so bright too bright.
The sky swirls behind you, too big too large.
And he lies before you, not breathing not moving
Open your eyes
please
OPEN YOUR EYES
You open your eyes.