A painful realization of kindness and mercy
A dreadful oversight
The heart to heart that spurred controversy
A relationship built out of spite
The blue blood brotherhood runs deep in society
Only the high caliber nobles are allowed to procreate
But one soul felt a surge of gaiety
His friend. A love that could not keep him straight
Since childhood, one is taught the rules of existence
The standards one must achieve
If not met, things are simple. There is no resistance
Death. Quick, with no time to grieve
It has functioned like this since time immemorial
No one is above the system
Not even kings of lands circumboreal
He still misses him
A boy, however, felt out of place there
He was always put against another in sparring matches
Who could grow to be the fittest for the old king's daughter? They needed an heir
At the end of every match, one of them always ended up in patches
A rivalry that would blossom into a spiteful, one-sided arrogance and pride battle
The boy always won. Not because of skill, it was love. A merciful love
The two of them were in their mid-twenties by now. He had heard enough prattle
He threw something at him as a statement. A glove
At that moment, after countless matches and moments outside the arena
A heart to heart. The culmination of everything between them
The audience, the world was silenced with what came out from ina
One, a remorseful acceptance of death. The other, a manifesto to Rem
The boy said everything to Rem as he stood in shock, listening
The love, the hate. The dream to break reality and start anew
Rem only readied his sword and said nothing
The two "charge" at each other with force, but there was a tiny screw
Over in a flash. One sword was thrown to the side, the other one readied and pointed to the heart
The speech did nothing but drop tears of regret for one another
Cleaved, Rem falls in the arms of the boy. Truly, a work of art
The audience applaud, the king called him his blood brother
The body was to be carried out of the arena by the father of the defeated
Rem's father stepped out from a door but it was stopped when he tried to lift the body
The boy turned his back on the king and his daughter, to the life he gained
Father and murderer talked right there and there. A reaper, he was said to embody
A leather bag for the ashes of love now clings to a waist
He who silenced riches and fame by talking with his heart
A sentence for treason. A colorful escape, never to be traced
The reaper at heart. At the theater, a sweetheart
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
