The Youngest Blood Brother

His voice incanted in song of nathan,
And rose to Daniel’s glorified dark tones.
I watched in hypnotic fascination,
As the two danced in a blood brothers moans.

The loved one’s peaks of voice entered within,
The loving one surprised with head reared shown,
I laughed as at a mane toss in the wind,
And rejoiced not to feel again alone.

Yet the quiet one lived in their prison,
A him that broke with either gene old flown,
though in him I found my old beloved,
I fastened on to hear his own pure soul.

I came from the brothers hearts still fastened,
But ask to see the new with eyes for him.