A short poem.

The days of loyalty where broken down

The warrior stood with his shield at hand

The crimson silver sword at his other side

His twin sister meets his eyes and she raised her bow and arrow

All the male could think is this had to be a sick joke

This had to be a false dream

For why would his sister dare raise her arrow to him

Yet there is no kidding in this story

The twins fell by each other’s hands

They both tricked by the goddess Freya that they were each other’s enemy

Image by brewbooks via Flickr

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  • dazzlejazz on Jan 23, 2012

    Nicely written (and sad!)

    *I have a twin and trust me, we’ve had battles like that!*

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