"Golden Face of a Golden Soul"

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In weaving scenes of nighttime visions,

I catch glimpses of you, my dearest brother.

A beautiful boy, but sorrowful,

Your young face is shining

As if you know what prison you will be forced to enter

And bravely accept. This curse

Over your soul looming,

Becomes viable instantly

Before my eyes,

Wrenching my heart.

Silver and gold then mask your doom,

And I can feel your suffering as if it were my own

As my dream of you turns as cold the moon

Keeping watch over our city, emulating the king's duty.

What it can see terrorizes me.

How did you withstand knowing your end

Would near so soon?

I look beyond the ruin:

I can still see my brother, if only in memory.

Your face is perfect but blurs before eyes. I cry

Over your body, your being so cruelly decayed;

I cry over the gentleness you emanated

That I will never know again.

Your peace became broken with your last breath,

And your kingdom will end here in the dying,

But within my soul forever will reign.

--

Era Daven

3/17/2005