Here are two brothers for whom others weep.
Each brother has fallen to enmity's keep.
The truth of the matter: these two grew apart
When too many words were taken to heart.
Yet, the brothers' skills are surpassed by no man,
For if one can't compete, the other one can.
If only the two would have it as such,
But the pain of admitting would hurt far too much.
So this way they shall stay as hate pulls and tugs,
The brothers' whole conflict swept under a rug.
Though, if one brother fell, the remaining would weep,
Despite what he'd have you believe.