My brothers were my greatest light.
We stood as one; we fought the night.
The love we shared, though far it seems,
Now haunts my heart with shattered dreams.

As children, we would talk for hours
Of futures bright, of blooming flowers.
We chased the sun, the stars, the breeze,
Together, wild and running free.

“Remember when we dreamed of flight?”
We’d laugh and plan, hearts full of light.
But then the years brought chilling pain,
And death would steal our joy, our gain.

“Why did they leave us?” one would cry.
“Why must the good ones say goodbye?”
Our parents lost, our anchors gone,
We faced the dark; we felt alone.

One brother turned to smoke and fire,
Each puff a cry, a deep desire
To numb the ache, to hide his tears,
But all it brought were deeper fears.

“Just one more hit; it helps me cope,”
He’d whisper low, “It’s all I hope.”
I watched him fade, a ghost in gray,
The laughter lost, the light at bay.

The other wandered into night,
A cult that claimed him with its blight.
“Come with me,” he said one day.
“This path is right; don’t walk away.”

I called him once; the silence tore
Through me like thunder, crashing roar.
“Where are...