Perceptions Of Leave

A fortnight before, a tale was told,
Three lives divided, their serenity no more.         

That night the gift was taken,
The radiance recalled,
His youth was scattered,
Then darkness befalls.

Tired and consumed,
He returned to his lord,
To keep watch over sin,
Without his brother's accord.

The scars of faith,
The worth of words,
The wrath of time,
Their fear foretold.

[Cluster II]