There once was two brothers, whom each had a part to play
They were told they had choices, but in truth there's only ever been one way
The younger was stolen,
he became a liar and a theif
The older was bought,
he became spoiled beyond beleif
Two poles, connected with lies
Slowly drawn together, to eventually bloody the skies
The worst of the story is that it isn't all bad
The origin was happy, then it turned tragic and sad.
They lived, learnt and grew, taking the world in stride
Both with honorable intentions and marvelous pride
They knew nought of the careful state
That soon would put motion to their cruel fate
The life of death, loss and sorrow
of the betreyal that would in their hearts burrow.
The collison, the crumble, all happened so fast
The same day the lost prince returned home at last.
What once is set in motion cannot be stopped
This, the two princes had forgot.
To be fair, their fathers are to blame
They where the one's that started this game.
Because one tried to be good, to save the other.
The other was hated, renounced by their father.
Cursed with guilt of being something he was not.
One took over the throne that his brother so sought.
He was the only one who knew the 'right thing'
It must have been his destiny to be king.
If the younger was the one who'd truly been given the chance
He would not have to have joined this stupid dance
But, only one, such a chance could be to bestowed on
Ofcorse Odin chose his one TRUE son
Fate was and is a cruel force
So his path would not be made by such a source
From the day he was stolen, no matter how bad he may try
The universe had long decided, he was born to be 'the bad guy'
Neither approval or pride could ever be his
His path would not end well, sealed with death's kiss
So delusional he grew, more cruel each day
Soon he was devious, wicked in every way.
No matter that his brother was no-good, exiled.
He couldn't be stopped from finding the right side.
Once he passed the test he was given,
the older returned, of his mistakes forgiven.
He emobodied the knowledge his brother once had.
Only to realize that said brother had grown mad.
The truth and conviction that both were right
Still held on to them with all it's might
It's sad to say that the one who was right now was wrong
If only it was acknowledged that he used to be right all along
It's also sad to say that this was not the case
The younger had outgrown his happy phase
The older was forced to watch the other decay
To realize that letting go was the only way
but no matter what, he could not let go
Even after it all, he loved his brother so
The younger was not as weak
and in sorrow realized his defeat
As he let go of his destined life,
tumbled into the end of this accursed strife
His brother was left with the destruction he had sought
Along with the future for which he had fought
The price was not something either wanted to pay
However, there was only and had ever been one single way.