I sit here, and for the first time,

I am higher up than you.

You are weak. And you cannot climb,

Any further than you do.

Your life is now in my paws.

It’s my decision to make,

If you escape from my claws,

Or fall to the ground... And break.

The blood I’d shed would be my own,

But it would cause me no pain.

To earn my place, and take your thrown.

And know that you’d been slain.

Brother, how did we get here?

Brother, what went so wrong?

I didn’t know, but now I fear,

It’s your fault I don’t belong.

The times when we were the same,

Were like the warmth from a fire,

But it was your ice that extinguished the flame,

My brother, you are a liar.

The same ice touched my once-glowing heart,

And now it is black as tar.

So, don’t say it’s my fault, for you played a part,

In making me into Scar.

But we’ve lingered too long, and now the time has come.

For me to see you spring,

Into the world of the eternally glum…

Long live the king!