Blue-Rai

I know I've made it when, The bitter taste of defeat had left my tongue. When I no longer rely on outer sources, to forget about what happened that day. He's still my brother, No matter what he says. His fight for independence had caused me pain. But I also felt pride. He was finally growing up. Did I want to let him go? Let him loose on a world I tried to shield him away from? Great empires will fall. Would he make it? When he finally falls, who will be there to pickup the pieces? When I charged at him, Bayonet in hand, Teeth gritted in rage For a brief moment, I considered pulling the trigger. I could've ended it there. Plain an