Brother

In my darkest hour

My heroes cut from the dark

Their steely brotherhood

Scrapes my ragaved hands

I clamp my palms

Around their offering

But my fingers hardly twitch

I am leading a bloody scourge

Why?

They will tell you that my scorched throat

Could hardly vocalize

The rasp of fading breath

My God, those Spartan warriors

Carved faces

Splintered to help me to my knees

I couldn't even ring

My broken voice into

The taut air

And so we bled together

Into the dirt

Me and those gilded saviors

I was crushed with my 

Brothers

And we retreaded gently

Kissing each other

In the face of the world

At our own victory