A Curse
One a full demon,
One a mere half-breed.
The same blood flows through their veins,
Though they wish to deny it.
They are brothers with a curse.
Brothers that fight for the same thing,
But for different reasons.
Older for greed,
What he can not have.
Younger for acceptance,
What he was not given.
The sword from a father,
Will save one's soul,
Only to destroy the other.
They will not stop fighting,
Until one is devoid of life.
Their only future is fighting,
Their only future is to death.
The thing they hold so high,
Is the curse that will bring them together in the end.
YAHHH! I wrote this poem a while ago and final got around to posting it. I hope you like it! PLEASE REVIEW!