A Tragedy

The three brothers stood in front 

Of the burning mansion,

Whence all but they had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck,

Surrounded them over the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright they stood,

As born to rule the house,

The creatures of heroic blood,

Proud, though child-like form.

Each carried the powers to douse it

But they were lost, lost in their thoughts,

The first boy in despair just stood back 

And thought of the wealth

 He was left within the store.

The second boy with extreme guilt stood there

That he failed to protect what he cared.

The third boy stood with 

Ranging feelings of revenge in his heart,

He dreamt,

To trap their soul in bitterness, 

To make their life's hell

But among those resentful thoughts 

His mind wanted to rise 

Rise like those shining stars that will twinkles

In the depths of the sea.

But the flames rolled on,

Upon their brow, they felt its breath,

In their weaving hair,

And looking from that lone post of death,

Yet, they stood with bravery lost in their own thoughts.

While through shades and shroud,

The wreathing fire made its way.

It wrapt the mansion in splendor wild,

Caught the nameplate at the door,

And streamed above the gallant brothers

Like a flaming beast. 

After all, they didn't die from the warmth outside, they died from the cold within