The following is a brief story-song that I feel is deeply reflective of a lot of the interplay and political standing I've heard of and witnessed between the Serenwilde and Glomdoring since I stepped through the Portal of Fate.
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In forest watched by Mother Moon, two brothers born one afternoon.
One was light and quick and small, the other dark and slow and tall.
Born to Serenguard they found, that through warfare they gained renown,
and so as soon as they could stand, dull practice swords graced pudgy hands.

The lighter brother had great skill, the first of them to earn a kill.
Lithe and handsome, smart and swift, he learned his lessons well and quick.
The darker brother learned less fast, often sprawled out on the grass.
But dedication drove him on, long after dusk and through the dawn.

The darker brother's will was strong, he sought to practice all day long.
Strength of character was his, such a rare and special gift.
The lighter one came to resent, his Tribe and all the time they spent,
working with his darker twin, though his turn did not shorten.

As they learned and aged and grew, their rivalry gained something new.
For deep down in one brother's heart, hatred simmered, just a spark.
Though he smiled pleasantly, he was full of bitter jealousy;
But it was not the darker one, whose envy would see him undone.

The darker brother loved his twin, even when he insulted him.
He held him in a hero's place, his brother with an angel's grace.
But the lighter twin knew only hate, paranoia drove his fate.
He projected on his twin his fear, and never let him come too near.

But still the lighter brother knew, in some way deeper than the truth,
that his brother loved him dear, and so he fought against his fear.
The darker brother tried to aid, kind and gentle, unafraid,
though he did not understand, why his brother hated him.

'Our Tribe must surely like him best, because he's the better one, I guess,'
thought the lighter twin one day, and tried to shove his pain away.
'Gods grace him with the greater gifts, but for his pain I would not wish,'
the darker brother thought one day, and tried to shove such thoughts away.

'I want to be more like my twin,' the brothers thought in unison,
but neither of them spoke aloud, for both were just a bit too proud.
And then one day the madness struck, and by some awful twist of luck,
the brothers were engaged in spar, and one of them took things too far.

Fear and horror came to fore, as the darker brother swore,
and looked into his hero's eyes, as madness severed sibling ties.
The lighter brother howled then, and lunged with murderous intent!
Desperation plied his darker twin, who knew that he would be beaten.

In a final, doomed attempt, the darker tried for startlement.
He dropped his sword upon the ground, and quickly wrapped his arms around,
the brother that he loved most dear, who shook with rage and hate and fear.
But some battles should be never fought, a painful lesson long untaught.

As the lighter brother then, raised his sword to kill his twin,
the darker closed his eyes and thought, about the pain this action brought.
Friends and family would mourn, the darker, while the light they scorn.
And though the light wrote his own fate, the darker's love would not abate.

In that moment caught in time, the darker knew that he would die.
But if his lighter brother lived, only pain awaited him.
And so he drew his brother's knife, and each one claimed the other's life,
locked in the bloody Death's embrace, neither one could find escape.

Two brothers guilty of a sin, each for his own unique reason:
One for love, one for hate, such is the irony of Fate.

Composed during Vestian, 305 CE