We, The Broken Three

We, The Broken Three


We laugh,

We cry,

But never is it done when three can see.


Why must one care,

when the others don’t seem to see?

Why must one see,

that the others don’t care?


Where do we live,

but live in dreams?

She cries now, she that feels this regret.

She that wishes, she could but forget.


We, once the The Royal Three

have become nothing, but

We, The now Broken Three.


There always had to come this day,

this day so sought after in life,

this day that hides behind the knight.

The knight that promised and the page that listened

to not even the girl, they claim to love.


Superman and Batman have come to save the day, they are but late.

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