I felt my brother
Slipping away from
My fingers,
Separating from my
Pain pulling
Him towards
The tavern
To buy temporary
His eyes turned
Red by the demon
Within as if
It was bleeding
To death,
Only to find
It was my
Brother’s soul
He is breathing
A slow death
His battered body
Begging the
Brown earth
For a place
To rest forever
Under its blanket