Legends of Belariath

Daggerfall

The Brothers

In the darkened land of Belariath,
Where slaves are born and bred,
Dwell two brothers warring on,
Or so it's often said.

One is bright as the noon day sun,
Kind in heart and deed,
Who fights for fallen justice,
And finds the lost to lead.

The other burns with the fires of hell,
And kills without remorse,
Who falls in darkness, shadowed,
Lost without recourse.

Separate by their mothers birth,
Alike as night and day,
Forever they toil against each other,
Always in the fray.

But always the twain was not so wide,
And once they were as kin,
So where did they go their separate ways,
Where did the trouble begin?

Far in the Inn so Lonely,
Deep in the arms of a slave,
Thats where the anger burned from,
Gave in to rant and rave.

Gaelicia oh so fair and fine,
Entered worlds of sibling war,
And stretched the hidden tensions far,
Once buried long before.

And so a silent war is waged,
Amongst the kinsmen bold,
Brothers once but rivals now,
Or so the story's told.

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