Villains

In the throes of death two heroes stood
Two villains, husbands, men
One fought for those misunderstood,
And one protected them
 

One, a sword he carried, hailed from lands like these,
The other, axe in hand, from similar degrees
 

And as they dealt each other,
Blow on heavy blow,
The sparks that flew off metal clashes
Soared,
Began to glow
 

In light of embers,
Fire,
Blood,
Their warriors met each other’s gaze
 

And finally understood
 

The lands they hailed from were the same,
The kin they fought for true were too
The reason they picked up their blades
The winds they knew the same way blew
 

And on that day,
On yonder hill,
In throes of death entwined,
They danced and battled,
Breath for breath
Two brothers fought and died.