Here it lies passed, peace set to come, once finally to last.
Remorse filled with despair, a charcoal black choking back the air.
Sitting near but was one, a singular entity; the fallen's son.
Aching to within, sitting stoic and still; an understanding with the wind.
No questions left to ask, ease will not come, the time for answers has passed.
What's left is the end, to begin the last walk, where life and death blend.
From here to afar, away from it all, to call home to a star.
But, here he sets his place, this moment to hold; cold sullen face.
Staring to his twin father, eyes locked to nothing, soul not to bother.
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