Battered from battle he stands once more,
Having survived the blood and gore.

He stands there his wings ripped and torn.
His heart full of sorrow his mind full of scorn.

Darting around his eyes go,
Looking to corpses tears start to flow.

Dead lay around him those who are dear,
Bring alive his very most fear.

Anger and sadness grew like a flame,
Because he knew who was to blame.

His very own brother was who killed them all,
He vowed right then and there his brother would fall.

Even if didn't know before,
The "evidence" was incriminating and more.

Around him lay scales from the feirce fight,
His brother's yellow and black shown in the light.

He then set out  his brother to destroy,
In this fight all his strength he would deploy.

Slowly he now began to walk,
From now till the end he and his brother would not talk.

Now there was a reason he didn't choose to fly,
Because his disgraced and battleworn wings would never again grace the sky.