Upon the Split of my Family

We had been bound together by the cruel words of history.
Our brotherhood; our camaraderie stood strong.
Through the wars and the abominations it birthed,
we remained a whole.
Among the blissful sunny days of summer,  
we formed one family.  

You five are my rock, my fortress.
The five of you are the strength I boast.
Together we are six, built by love
and the strings that the fates do pull.

Together we hold the power of the viking times now lost.
United, we narrate the tales of heartbreak and betrayal.
The world may have stood against us, but we survived
as a family.

A family to the end; it is a cross we must bear;
a sentence to serve.
The love we share could be a curse.
This family of six is nothing more than imprisonment;
a punishment for sins
for the end is coming,
drawing near as the days fade into bittersweet nights.
The joys of summer could never remain forever.

We have been split at the seams like a
doll left in the harsh winter snows.
Pain lurks in our hearts as one of us slips
down a path the rest of us could never tread.

Our family of six has lost a heart;
leaving the five of us without his fiery ambitions,
devoid of his presence to keep us warm;
denied of a fire in the winter’s cold.

Through the pains of history, we stood united.
Yet the wickedness of the fates pull us apart.
I am aware of the terrible truth.
We will face the next battle:
the tract of land that divides us.