The Big Three Poem by Timothy Long

It's not a struggle that we will meet again, but rather in hell, one of darkness, another with sea raising emotions, then one with arrogance of the sky, without them, all is bound to be dark and doubtful, always fighting, never changes, family is nothing no more, war of death and struggle, always the main tale the fates say, why must their fight remain foreword, mythology left them so long ago, when will it leave us? It's always jealousy or the most power, the one always left behind and forgotten to be thought of as weak, not true! What a provoking thought, the sadness will last forever! However we we will not, time will come again, evil it maybe, will overcome this time, this quarrel of three will breakdown any peace, this as before with time, only misery remains.