One of the loveliest tragic stories I've ever read!
So I thought I'd retell the story in my own words, with pictures and poetry, for others to be moved to tears as well!
Two brothers on their way
Two brothers on their way
Two brothers on their way
One would leave...
and one would stay...
One was gentle, one was kind,
One was gentle, one was kind,
One came home, one stayed behind...
a poison thorn don't pay no mind...
One came home, one stayed behind...
a poison thorn don't pay no mind
if you're gentle, if you're kind...
Oh, Captain, my brother!
These arms beneath your head...´
Is this some dream that, on the deck,
you've fallen cold and dead?
It is no dream, it's all so true!
I tried to heal, but I couldn't heal you!
I am reaching but I fall,
and the stars are black and cold,
as I stare into the void
of a world that cannot hold...
I'll escape now from that world
of Lieutenant Killian Jones!
Killian Jones is nothing now!
Another story must begin...!
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