Poetry.

Two brothers stand together in the grip between the
Forces of dark and light in the black nightmare forest of
Waring worlds.

The two brothers were born in to the light but later became scared by the touch of the dark in the twin summers of their youthfull days.

Now they stand away from the light to face down and fight the light 
In hours
That follow days
That follow months
That follow years
They fight
They war and
They battle.
Not for extreme power
Or glory but all for the choice and
Chance to fight back and beat down those
That would dare come to battle them
For light and for the win.

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