Brother Against Blade

Don’t make me do this…

Seris…

Ash in the air where you used to stand,

Silver laugh still in my head,

We were ten under one command —

Now I’m reaching for what’s dead.

Your twin blades shake in your hands,

Not from fear — I understand,

There’s something else inside your stance,

Something I can’t command.

You look at me like you’re still there,

Like you’re fighting somewhere in there,

Black flame wrapped in silver glare —

And I see you drowning.

Lucien whispers, “End it now.”

Darius shouts, “Don’t you bow.”

But I can’t swing — I don’t know how

To cut you down.

Brother against blade tonight,

Silver flame lost to the night,

If I strike, I lose the light

That kept me whole.

We swore we’d fall together,

Not like this — not ever,

If saving you means sever —

Then I lose my soul.

You moved first — I saw the tear,

Black fire bending every spear,

Your voice cracked when you drew near —

Like you were still fighting fear.

Steel collided, sparks like stars,

Every hit reopening scars,

I know your rhythm, know your heart —

But this isn’t you.

You slash wide — I block and bleed,

You whisper something I can’t read,

For a second I see Seris breathe —

Then the void takes hold.

You drive me back across the stone,

Black wings rising from your bones,

You scream my name in broken tone —

And beg me not to hesitate.

Brother against blade and flame,

Calling out your name in vain,

If I don’t stop this pain —

It consumes us both.

Eight flames left but fading fast,

Every oath already cracked,

If I let you go like that —

Then none of us have hope.

(Guitars slam in)

I don’t want this — I don’t want war,

I don’t want blood on the marble floor,

But the black sun’s knocking at the door —

And you’re the one it’s wearing.

You said we’d die side by side,

Now I’m the one you’re forced to fight,

If love means ending your life —

Then let the blade decide.

(SCREAM)

FORGIVE ME.

Brother against blade — I strike,

Silver shatters into night,

Black sun screaming at the light —

As you fall in my arms.

You smile once — like before,

Whisper, “Don’t let it win the war,”

Then you’re gone…

And I’m not whole anymore.

Eight flames…

Now seven…

And the black sun

Burns brighter.