They died together

In spears of broken glass and heated metal.

The former warriors,

Once so agile, could not dodge the hurling anvil.

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Broken, both my kings!

The screeching metal collides and flings

Into death's dark wings

Older brother and younger, close in all things.

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Do you remember?

The bright sharpened sword, the righteous commander?

The once child traitor,

Then redeemed by the Lion, who held wisdom's great treasure?

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Do not see them now!

For even the officials would not tell her how

Their bodies looked now,

There're only green graves at which we can bow.

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They're dead, the Lion's own.

They followed Him together, from boyhood to throne,

The Judge and the Stone

With intertwined brilliance, oh, how they shone.

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They died, and that is sad,

But in this pain I am glad-

They died together.