In days of old
and centuries past
like rivulets of gold
and rivers fast
strong and steady flowed
a friendship so bold
betwixt bosom buddies
now with enemities untold
Two wee lads lived – in the same house
frolicking and playin’, away the day
Mock fights and easy tussles, they grouse
and flock about, like twittering birds a-sway
rumbling and tumbling night and day
the twain not to be parted
partners in crime,
stealing pastries and sneaking wine…
one boy, steadfast and true
yet stubborn enough – to get stuck like glue
the other a mirror, patient and sly
never to be blamed when things went awry
in this manner, bickering and snickering,
the two friends drove their
caretakers to despair
their differences not mattering
nor friendship rattling
with winds of dust storms
rains not dimming their
fervent adventurous fire
no disaster bends
them from bonds
loyal and devoted
They race and tumble, flee n’ fight
together, as they grow
one tall and scrawny, one slender and slight
each as fair as the other.
Teenagers raging, tumbling in the snow
a pair they are, a pair of brothers
a pair of fighters, a pair of hunters,
when challenged by others
when bully headed boys
seek to brawl
their unity wins
against unlucky skins
of their opponents all
assured and true
friends remain
Grow they must and so grow they do
our tale too grows darker as they do
the twain, fair forms and fair faces
start to venture out to other places
meet players and painters,
seekers and dreamed alike
they learn trades from tradesmen
a blacksmith, a trader, salty seamen
explore the verdant valley
the market stalls
the famed walls
and waterfalls
meet girls, one blushes,
the other charms
slightly more
innocent
than his brother
in arms
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