She sets my brother in the fire!
She tells him, “Be quiet.
My child, this I do but for you.
You’ll defy what Fate set.”
Down kneeling, her hands reach past heat.
I know they’re hot, those flames.
The ashes she turned for his bed.
With her hands, she plays games.
She sings songs, whispers lullabies,
Tells him prayers and stories,
Gives dreams, chases all the nightmares—
And into the dark flee.
There her face, beautiful yet sad.
Eyes cold with hate and grief,
A look she sends beyond the fire—
Words silent, sharp, and deep.
Where did this strange servant come from?
Why choose my twin brother?
Her games, chants, and nightly rituals—
Who could give an answer?
What is this fate that she speaks of?
Is my twin a demon?
Or was he cursed upon our birth?
He, a killer of men?
Are you familiar with the story of Hades and Persephone?
How about the side story of Demeter?
If you do, do you remember the two kids found in the house that she stayed in? Do you know what happened to them?