Nightmares

The little boy, stared back at him,

He had a choice, that would be grim,

One or the other, the voice had said,

He had to choose, his father or brother would be dead.

He battled in his head, with the outcome of each,

The choice came to him, and as he screeched,

His brother ran to him, eyes filled with tears,

Then he watched, the rain of the spears.

They tore and ripped, through the skin,

The young boy winced, at every injury he caused,

He began to believe, he committed a sin,

When he realized that, both boys paused,

Their father was long gone.

He awoke with a start,

To find he had fallen apart,

From the terrible nightmare before him.