I remember that fateful day, where I stood in the midst of tragedy.
The day I met the first human that accepted me and gave me family.
The day he taught me the beauty of nature and the feeling of mirth.
The day he died for me and I lost the idea of self-worth.

It was 1785 in Pennsylvania In a forlorn forest of which I lived.
I spent my days wandering the woods, until a colony of humans arrived.
My curiosity spoke and I wanted to greet the sudden new neighbors.
My first step responded in hate and pain like I was one of their invaders.

I knew I looked different and it might have been just out of fear,
But every time I arrived they would attack me and leave me to tear.
They called me a freak, a monster, and a demon of pure mayhem.
The thought of that hurt me because I would never do that to them,

I stopped trying to be kind to them after that, If my kindness was hated
By them then I should be the freak they want me to be and keep them vacated.
I would scare away the travelers and the townsfolk who approached my space.
They would scream and run upon one look at my hideous face

Though I felt bad for all the trouble I caused, I am setting my boundary that they shouldn’t cross.
It was until I met the kid with his glossy smile and those dazzling green eyes that left me at a loss.
When I approached him, he did not run away, my appearance nor my stature changed his contagious look
I wanted to get away from him, however he dittoed my every step and it made my heart cook.

He introduced himself as Arthur to which I had no care. I pushed him away which was when he attacked.
I got nervous of his quick movement so I prepared for the pain only to feel his hugging impact.
I then felt something new, the emotion grew and grew and it wasn’t bad, happiness crept into my soul
An emotion I never felt in ages after they beat it out of me and stole it, leaving a gaping empty hole.

I allowed Arthur to stay with me while we chatted, giggled and enjoyed the entire day.
Day turned to night so Arthur had to go home he promised to return; I wished he could just stay.
That was the loneliest night I could ever endure, watching the moon slowly tick until the crack of dawn.
We made it a daily cycle to stay together. He called me his brother and named me amon.

I thought nothing could break our bond. Oh how wrong I was, I was only just a fool.
A man spotted us in the woods relaxing. We begged him not to tell so he used us like a tool.
He agreed to our secret and left in a hurry, I saw Arthur was panicking and starting to grieve.
I told that he would be safe and it would be me that would get the punishment to leave.

I didn’t care what would happen to me, as long as Arthur was safe, I didn’t care.
The day got cold as darkness approached, I helped Arthur home to meet a mob standing there.
They surrounded us with torches and pitchforks. The leader of the village stepped forward.
His voice silenced the screams and holler and with a petrifying tone, he ordered.

Arthur was convicted of great treason against his people and would be disavowed.
Arthur protested that I am not a threat. No one cared so he ran away from the crowd.
I followed Arthur in worry and found him crying into his hands with a puddle forming around him.
I never saw Arthur do this before, his crying left me feeling at fault for why he felt so grim.

I tried to comfort him, His sadness exploded into anger with the vengeful desire.
I told him not to push himself, His heart was raging like a wrathful fire.
He shoved me away and told me that the man who did this had to pay.
He rushed back to town and challenged the man to a duel by the bay.

The man accepted the duel, He added that he wanted it to be tomorrow morning
I was scared for Arthur, I didn’t want him to die, but he was blind to my warning.
I couldn’t keep watching Arthur stir in anger so I ran away in pain of my despondency.
The next day crept over, I knew I had to be there for Arthur when he most depended on me.

I hid in the bushes as I watched Arthur meet the man in the dueling place.
He didn’t even look like the same Arthur I first ever met, He turned and we stared face to face.
His smile faded away, His green pearly eyes were red from crying. Arthur readied his gun,
Prepared to shoot, He gave one last look to me then smiled. When it was time they both rose one-on-one.

A loud bang cracks in the air, Arthur trembles with his hand in the air where it hung.
Blood started trickling down his shirt, he fell to the ground with a hole going into his lung.
The man, not wanting to watch in horror, runs away leaving Arthur to slowly die.
I rushed over to Arthur, my mind racing, my heart pounding. I wish this day was a lie.

I buried my face into Arthur’s chest as I apologized for getting him into this.
Arthur coughed and placed his weak hand onto my head, his eyes were a pale abyss.
I remember him telling me not to blame myself and It was he who should be at blame.
Listening to him uttering those words before he passed away put me to shame.

Now I am cursed to live on and wander the forsaken forest in wish I remember our stories well
The area we first met. The hill where we would gaze into the sky. all of this, made what was once fixed dwell.
I will forever honor you for how you were my only brother. Though I still miss you, I pray that you RIP.
I vowed that day that I would never cause the same injury I caused Arthur just for a human friendship.

The end.