Title: Romulus and Remus
by Emily from West Yorkshire | in writing, poetry
My brother and I were brought up by wolves,
But were found by a kind family,
Ignorant to our sinful pasts,
We lived very happily.
We grew up well educated,
But had an urge for violence and war.
Little did we know that the reason was,
Our father was rotten to the core.
Whatever I knew,
Romulus did not.
I had always been cleverer than him,
Since we were babies in a cot.
I found a vast dusty land,
Enough to make a city,
Romulus claimed it to be his,
Without a flash of sensibility.
So with a surge of jealousy,
I sharpened my white gold dagger,
But as I crept up behind him,
My murder became my murderer.
The city of Rome was fast evolving,
Bit by bit by bit.
And I wonder what would have happened,
If his throat had been slit.
Looking down from the clouds above,
My heart aching more and more.
And as he became a god and died,
I was reunited with him once more.
I was inspired when I read the Roman legend
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