Spirit World

-the children did nourish on their father's pabulum
both swearing pact in the urban tutelage.

There were two protagonists, moonlit,
by the baptismal fount of postmortem.
Their fraternal bond remained unshaken
exchanging esprit de corps, through
the phantasmagoria of motley spirits.
It wasn't long, the nightmare. A deluge
of impunity swept round about, posthaste;
both fell as the veil was opened. Memory
flooded the chambers, bona fides, to
the most inconcievable coherence possible.
"Eureka! We're finally home."