Belakor - In Parting - GTP табы

After one but before the next,
 In a tree where new life writhed and flexed
 Two birds emerged to hold the world
 And grow from feeble talons curled

 But fate see them part that day
 As lightning cut their branch away
 By winds to distant places sent
 Almost as if it all had meant

 That though their bloodied wounds would fade,
 They'd wonder where their brother lay
 For every day from that day on
 They'd wait to hear a certain song

 In vain, for years, thought one was strong
 And one was not, for far too long
 Until his bones and thoughts were old,
 And feathers burnt and lost and cold

 The stronger of the two could see
 A distant bird, how weak was he
 In drawing near but knowing not,
 Just who he was, or why, or what

 the stronger talons tore at flesh
 And stripped away that feathered mess
 And all without a sound or cry,
 Or even ever knowing why

 Yet as the sun began to sink
 He seemed to sense, he seemed to think
 That soon his brother might appear
 From somewhere close, from somewhere near
 Convinced this was his brother's fate,
 Above his corpse, he sat... to wait