Brothers are supposed to be the same like pods of peas,
This cannot be said for these brothers three.

One of them with fur a blinding white,
His personality being that of tainted light.

His wings shine pure and bright,
Most think he is an angel on sight.

The oldest has fur as black as night,
Not exactly one to stop a fight.

His outlook on things is twisted quite a bit,
To taunt most people on their he will sit.

His wings, quite the opposite of the first,
They are demonic and bat-like, making flight small bursts.

Now the middle brother, he is the oddest of all,
He who is sensative, his emotions reaching peaks and falls.

Silver that glows in the sunlight is the color of his fur,
His eyes, an emerald green,that when moves they blur.

His wings are that of a dragon most noble,
And the swiftness of his fox side keeps him very mobile.

They stick together because they care,
For love of their family is what they all share.

So together forever stay these brothers three,
The strangest three brothers you are ever to see.