Hush

I will be a boy, 

Dark hair, Brown eyes. 

I shall be called 

Ethan of the silent cries. 

You will be a boy, 

Brown hair, hazel eyes. 

You shall be called

Eric of the ever-lasting fights. 

And she will be a girl, 

Blond hair, green eyes.

She shall be called 

Ella of the comforting lies.  

And you and me, 

With the fights and the cries,

Shall thrown ourselves

In a duel to the death 

For the Liar's eyes. 

And then we will lay

Upon this blessed grass.

Our sprained spirits,,

Bleeding out of our pained hearts.

And then I will look 

Into your hazel eyes, 

I'm sorry, I'll whisper to you, 

Drowning my struggling cries. 

 And within your trembling arms 

I shall leave this life. 

Upon my cold forehead, 

Your shivering lips will rest for the last time.  

Now the crier, 

Has died as a fighter. 

But his dearest warrior 

has stayed with the Liar.  

Hush now Brother, 

Please don't cry. 

It's over now Brother.

You have won the Liar's eyes.