Ch. 3 - My Immortal

Brother, where art thou?
I turn and you are gone
Like flowers in the spring

Beautiful needed rain
Beats them down
Till they are crushed
Naught left but petals on the ground.

Brother, where art thou?
I turn and you are gone
Like leaves from the trees

Holding on to strong branches
Until pulled down
By old age and weakness
They lie decayed on the ground.

Brother, where art thou?
I scream and you are gone.
Like warriors in battle

Swords drawn, breath held
Eyes uplifted to the enemy
Riven bodies feld
Swept upon the river’s arms.

Falling to my knees
In the cold of the Anduin
My breath taken by what I have seen
Not by the water’s frigid touch.

You are gone.
My Immortal Brother

Inspired by the song ‘The Immortal’ by Evanesence