OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 16: Bonded Eternally

Serab as a teenager

His twin brother Joub, slain at age 13 by Qweh's soldiers

Dearest, beloved brother

We were born in hell

Dearest, beloved brother

Never in peace to dwell

Scapegoated, seen as lesser

We were born in hell

Tortured by our oppressors

Nonetheless, we had one treasure

Scapegoated, seen as lesser

We had a blessing without measure

The bond that was between us

Nonetheless, we had one treasure

We had one another's trust

You sacrificed yourself for me 

The bond that was between us

From this grief I'll never be free

Dearest, beloved brother

Until your face I may once again see

Dearest, beloved brother

Serab

In memory of his brother, Joub

On the occasion of their sixteenth birthday

Notes:

Elf brother images purchased from 123rf.com

Creator information appears on the lower right corner of the angel and demon brother images.

Nerdy trivia, mostly for the benefit of the members of Team Netherworld.

Serab is a major character in Team Netherworld's long-running WIP, Fetch. He is the previous incarnation of the story's main male protagonist, Gerry Clifford.

In his most recent lifetime, Joub reincarnated as Gerry's younger brother, Paul. 

The brothers are platonic soul mates, who were originally the sixth and seventh sons of Lucifer. 

 Malak, the sixth son of Lucifer, later incarnated as Serab the Thief on Zecor (Zetar 6) and most recently as Gerry Clifford on Earth

Malak is of the Celestial order of Greater Spirits

Arion, the Seventh Son of Lucifer

Created by Lucifer from Malak's heartfelt wish for a best friend

Later incarnated as Joub, the twin brother of Serab, on the troubled planet Zecor 

Most recently incarnated as Paul Clifford

Arion is of the Infernal order of Greater Spirits

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 16: Terzanelle: Broke and Broken

She looks a bit like me. Lucky her.

Broke and Broken

Here's a story that makes me cry

I don't know prosperity at all

To me, the idea's a lie

When I'm scheduled I answer the call

I work hard to earn my pay

Spring and winter, summer and fall

I'm lucky I've a place to stay

I'd not get another if I lost it

My credit is so bad these days

Things don't look good from where I sit

I worry about my future life

Will there be anyplace I can even fit

I've rarely known anything but strife

I'm just a broke and broken soul

And yet I'm told to be excited about life

Life's just a march to the hole

Into which my broke body will lie

I want back the hopes and dreams that life stole

But I can't even afford tears to cry

~Blooming Psycho~

The Prompt:

And now for our (as always, optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write in the form known as the terzanelle. A hybrid of the villanelle and terza rima, terzanelles consist of five three-line stanzas and a concluding quatrain. Lines and rhymes are chained throughout the poem, so that the middle line of each triplet is repeated as the last line of the following triplet (or, for the last triplet, in the concluding quatrain). The pattern goes like this:

ABA
bCB
cDC
dED
eFE
fAFA or fFAA.

You can use any meter or line length, though you may want to try to have all of your lines in the same meter! (And you can always fall back on that old favorite, iambic pentameter).