A Golden Crown

companion Piece to Two Brothers Two Twin Blades


A Golden crown

An icy blade

Things that never change.

These things of old

These things silver and gold.

A deathly way

A new day

Red and Brown

A golden crown

Lying on the blood red ground.

A silver sword a crown of gold

These things of old

Covered in the blood and grime of war

Only to be washed away and

Be covered again.

Raised in valor untold.

These weapons of war.

Fought wars unknown.

Two golden crowns

Littered the ground.

Equals in death

With nothing but gasping breaths.

The two twin blades

Silver and red

Fall to earth

Side by side with their friends.

Forever waiting for their masters

To wield them again.