The Stranger

"Now listen well," The Stranger said
"To a tale about two brothers.
One has a knife, the other does not
and yet they fight each other.

But you see back then there was no death,
they both lived endless lives.
But time still passed and with it flowed blood,
and the young one lost his knife.

Revenge for eons in a single breath,
that’s what the old one did
and forever he tried, ‘til he too lost the knife
and forever they stabbed and lived."

"Now Stranger," I laugh "which one are you?"
But he smiles with glinting eyes.
"Neither," he says, “but I was there.
You see, I was the knife.”