If you don’t get this poem, it’s better not to ask. It’s something personal I’d rather not elaborate on.
Sometimes I think about him and how I took his place
How I removed his shadow with a single sly embrace,
How my life would’ve been forfeit to his and his alone,
How I would be nonexistent if only he had grown.
He never had a name, there never was a chance,
Another victim to the death knight’s lance.
I can’t believe my fortune is wrapped around his so tightly,
The tables would’ve turned if fate had changed only slightly.
I’ve seen the casket in which he continues to lie and haunt,
He hisses in resentment and overlying want,
I don’t think he’s been properly mourned as I haven’t visited for years,
I believe he’s been forgotten by all my family and their peers.
I don’t think he’s angry, but I bet he wanted to shine,
I don’t know what I’d say if he asked for what’s now