Two Brothers now maligned,
though neither pined
for the acceptance of the other.

Bodies akimbo as they've prepared.
Knees bent and shoulders squared.
Ambitious Treivo, former slave, cannons a kick forward.

The air parts with a whip-like *SNAP*
before filling with a resounding *SMACK*
as Stubborn Keivo, newly conscious, catches Treivo's ankle.

My name is Treivo My name is Keivo
and I remember nought and I remember nought
from my life before the pits. from my life before now.

To slaves of the tainted city, I know little but that I know pity,
there exists only two options: pity to those sold at auctions.
Escape or embrace the Truths. Embracing is sacrificing our youths.


Why do you stay?
To seize the day.
The cities say,
one thing and do another.
All except honest Mhaldor.
Be that may,
there are more ways.
Leave these Reavers!
Of paths, there are others.

Advantage pressed, Keivo tries to lever him prone,
forcing Treivo to ground or else sever the bone.
The Evil Advocate of Advancement does not falter.

None to power.
None to strength.
Numbers matter.
The world is sad.
At least here I have comrades.

In a contortion of subtle proportions,
Treivo twists and sweeps Keivo to the dirt.
Both lock into a grapple /lock into a distortion/
of arms and legs. A bird's nest of limbs.

The inevitable will not change.
I have come to accept this.
A wolf does not ponder to bear its fangs.
Follow our Nature, not some wish.

A cry follows a hollow *POP*
as Keivo's shoulder is ripped from its cradle.
The pretense of conversion, he decides to drop,
as this fight now steers towards the fatal.

This is no acceptance.
This is submission.
You gave in. Became entranced.
You lost the war of attrition.

Feet scrap against the mountainous flooring.
The Once-Optimistic Mhun falls prey to desperation.
Hands spring forth to mangle Treivo, instruments for goring.
And gouge they do as the Blind Brother heaves exasperation.
The gulf between them widens with their separation.

You have said your piece, You have said your piece,
and so have I. and so have I.
If you are blinder than blind, If for power, this is what I find,
then you are weak. then strength I will not seek.

With a dash/ their knees clash/ clash with a *CRUNCH*/
With a lash/ their bodies break/ break with each punch/
With a flash/ their bones bend/ bend with every wrench/
With a pass/ a passage of time/ time slows with a clench/
With a gasp/ then a rasp/ rasps the voiding of airs/
Airs from the lungs of a Brother/ A Brother no more.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 831 AF.