Life so young and sweet,

Cut off,

Like a flower from its stem,

Or a branch from its tree.

Only to live a few moments,

Feeling cheated,

Neglected.

It felt jealousy too.

For one shall live,

While she couldn't.

But she doesn't understand.

He could ruin all that is known,

Wants to control all.

It would be better for him to have died,

And not you.

You, a poor, innocent thing,

Life cut short,

For another's mistakes.

But you are young,

And forgiving.

And you love her all the same.

And as for your brother,

You shall always love him,

Despite his ways,

For you are kin.

You are bound by more then just outward appearances.

You shall never see him again,

And he you,

He is lost to the evil,

But you,

An innocent kit,

Will always think as him as your brother,

And love him for it.