Illusion

On a temperate peninsula Stood the 38th castle Parallel to the sea

Between the ashen walls Lived two fraternal brothers Identical yet so disparate

Endless banter echoes through The dust filled hallways And bleak grey chambers

But soon, something changed The brothers' hatred heightened Until that fateful day

The eldest gathered all his allies and troops Banishing his twin brother

Like a storm brewing The umbrage twin quietly Plotted his grand revenge

Then, on the eve Of June 27th, 1950 Did he finally strike

The great horn blew Releasing the flood-gate Thus the battle began

Swords flashed, bows twanged Spears flew, blood sprayed Until everything became still

Eventually a treaty formed But peace was merely An illusion, a veil

No one had won No one had lost And the tension remains

Still to this day A hungry monster lurks Coiled, biding its time

On a desolate peninsula Stands a crumbling chateau Forever watching the tides