The crows fed me, as I stayed at my slain brother’s side, in the dark hills.
Morning and night they would come, as I would not leave my brother’s side.
These dark hills. This dark war. I hear other things in the darkness.
I talked to him. I sang to him. I cried over him.
Waiting for our fellows to come for us and take us home.
Keeping his soul safe from those things in the darkness.
These dark hills. Shadows and unseen things keenly felt.
Not just the mortal soldiers who took my brother’s life.
Things ancient and fetid and that hate all the world.
I stayed at my brother’s side, and prayed, and kept watch.
Waiting for our fellows to come for us and to take us home.
For him to be laid to rest, and assured of his place at His side.
These dark hills. This dark war. All that hunts us in darkness.
I stay by my brother’s side. I’ll keep him whole and clean.
I will watch over him, until our fellows come to take us home.