Son of the Sun,
What is it you’ve done?
Your brother outshines
All that you’ve won
Yet loving still
Though jealous, not cruel
With power of will
You wish for a day
When you have your fill
But brother does weep
For it all seems wrong
What good is love,
If flaws are not gone?
The Sun’s sons are twins
Like mirrors of kin
They yearn for the life
The other hides within
So keen on their flaws
And blind to the faults
They grasp at perfection
Without any pause
Like ashes to ashes
Or dust to dust
Brother to brother
My reflection
Your loss
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