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Iridescent


Through eons of
destruction and death,
right and wrong decisions,
it all leads up to here: an endgame.

Two sides, two brothers
antagonized one another;
accusing each other of betrayal
when the truth was obscured by deceit.

Now that it's all over,
was it worth it?
A devastating war, nearly self-genocide;
fought over jealousy and favoritism.

A war in which neither side was in the right.

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