When Sarven lifts his blade so high
the eagles hang their heads to pray
for Flax died by his hand this day
without so much as a goodbye
A life taken, love gone astray
Three lives forever gone awry

The duel in question goes as so
Rooted in love, ending in hate
likened to lions at the gate
equally curious like snow
in june, not to desecrate,
the beauty of such has a glow

When a woman comes between two
brothers, possession has the lass
Rivalry nothing can surpass
Induce the flames of hatred new
She caught the eye of both alas
a painful end was overdue

Mother cannot advise her boys
She's been gone ever since the war
Only each other, one rapport
but now conflict from female poise
arises to brace oneself for
the love two have for one destroys

Flax had received the lotus kiss
while Sarven observed from the side
Wicked intentions with hurt pride
He struck, black love is now abyss
He, heart aching, had to decide
who was responsible for this

"Why?" cried Flax, not knowing the deal
"This should not be, just look within"
Sarven's patience was razor thin
having a wound that will not heal
clouded the mind with vision's sin
She left to let them be surreal

Words exchanged ending with sword drawn
the sun blurring the cold harangue
from brother to one left to hang
Love's phantom rose from this poor pawn
then an aria of death sang
Dear Flax's inner light was gone

Confronted with brutality
of killing his own flesh and blood
his spirit razed emotions flood
and disbelief's reality
Moments later, death in the mud
as we now have duality

Sarven and Flax, both flames have ceased
Together in death they exist
over love they couldn't resist
It conquered them both like a beast
Now life rolls away with the mist
Now neither can enjoy the feast

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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