Finally I managed to post the next part of the story! :) Had some trouble finding the right words! But here we are and I hope you are enjoying reading it.


Brothers

Two princes, even if not many winters old

Stand proud beside their King with heads held high.

Expressions grim and showing hatred cold;

Far and wide is heard their roaring battle cry.

Clad in armour wrought of Mithril light;

With shining blades whose singing fills the air,

Black adornments on the ground they write.

Before them Orc and Beast fly in despair.

Side by side they fight with fierceful ire;

E'er seeking to protect each other.

If Death dragged one to a world bleak and dire,

Ne'er could remain alone the brother.

Fearless for their fallen King they died,

Followed him in so dark the night.