Lightning Against the Past

There was a brother, had another. Shared his likeness, made him better

like his mother. Known to sputter. Grace and praise, and he was raised.

But deep within were different ways of which he knew of Roman ends

that must devour those who travel laps in hours. Who knew his time had marked

his power? The unknown hour and its fighting tempers embers burn. He learned with

certainty his time would come. It's upon him. The time is now.

The end's begun, but will he run afraid or save the night and turn

his cheek and walk away? No, he won't. Okay.