brothers decide an empires fate

Two tigers circle

Brothers, set apart by fate

Armor gleams in dawns light

Swords flash with murderous intent

On one face, a mask of rage and murder

On the other, only sorrow and resignation can be found

They lunge 

The crash of steel on steel fills the air

As they seek their brothers blood

The shadows of Childhood memories 

Haunt both their eyes

One stumbles in loose scree

In that momentary weakness 

The sword of the younger strikes the older

He raises his sword in Triumphant victory

With new strength born of desperation

The wounded brother strikes

The look of victory becomes a mask of death

On a severed head that rolls into the mist