Title - Crescendo
Authoress - EruditeEnchantress
Characters/Pairing - Madara/Hashirama/Mito
Summary - All dreams, if begun must end.
Warnings - Yaoi
Ratings - M
A|N - This is my first post on Fanfiction so I ask you to be as critical as you allow yourself to be.
"It was no longer his absence that wounded me, but my growing indifference to it. Forgetting, however calming, was also a reminder of infidelity to what I had at one time held so dear."
― Alain de Botton, On Love
Memories dusted on butterfly wings
Iridescent as the lull of diamond rings
.
Violet grape wine on his lips
Heels raised to their very tips
.
Beneath sun bleached scarlet curls
A brand new world majestically unfurls
.
The wine clad taste of a tender first kiss
Of the clasp of lashes in wayward bliss
.
Of the soft scent of evening wafting about
In honey hues inducing a thought-drought
.
They lived an eternity in a moment
And the world, to their will, bent
.
Woven with a sun streaked window
Bright as sin, soft and gently aglow
.
The grains of her wooden table comfort
mind by day and back by night, and sort
.
Ink writ dreams, that curl with each curve
And stroke by turns and always do serve
.
And so it spun, their legendary tale
Hard as granite, smooth as shale
.
Of a man and a wife he did not want
For he loved too rashly and it did haunt
.
The love of another with dark, dark eyes
A cynical smile on lips that taste of goodbyes
.
A siren by right and brother in arm
Longing had brought him to harm
.
For power, desire, ambition and love
And him, for they were as hand in glove
.
For once, the dark, dark eyes had smiled so bright,
With all the love in the world, so gloriously alight
.
A Falcon in the sky, soaring high
A blade in battle, a sweetened lie
.
Borne in skin of angels and light
A crown of flowers and utter delight
.
Sweet as tea and coarse as rye
Cast by all in a heaven toned dye
.
They were alive, the two of them
Cloaked in forests and battle as hem
.
They emerge victorious each time
And drunkenly celebrate with a colorful rime
.
The night is awash in a sprinkle of stars
And whispered endearments and perusing scars
.
A vision is spread between them like a blanket
Of a home, of a country, of a happy racket
.
Bronzed, sweat hewn skin met dark, dark eyes
Twining lips, searing sighs and harsher cries
.
Calloused fingers through wind swept hair
Eager, curious lips dare with wanton care
.
As dark, dark eyes and pale, pale skin
Trembles against him in a silent din
.
The night is spent and so are they
They lie in silence with nothing to say
.
They clothe in the still rising dawn
They smile and feast on baby corn
.
They greet the morn for their vow
With vigor and the weight of a plough
.
Days turn to weeks and the weeks to years
And still his passion crackles and sears
.
Until a fateful morn their dream was spun,
In toil and blood and a hundred deeds done
.
It remained but one step from reality
When a debt claimed him in fealty
.
Scarlet sings in his dark, dark eyes
Fear flushes the Lord's stifled sighs
.
But Lord does not budge and neither does he
And the defeat in his eyes is what makes him flee
.
And wedded is he to a scarlet haired bride
Who smiles serenely and claims his side
.
Fury simmers and throttles in red
And stains it permanently, or so was said
.
His fury is ice to the sunshine of the bride
He feels dead to the man who took her in stride
.
He feels dead to himself, for they were one
Deed by deed, He and He came undone
.
Split like a lightning scarred tree
He left, claiming a desire to be free
.
He let him leave with a silent nod,
Lips in a line, back straightas a rod
.
Cold, dark eyes met despairing black
All the colder for its emotive lack
.
He spun around and walked out the gate
And shrunk his heart to only cradle hate
.
The night is studded with sparkling star
Like glitter flecks stuck in viscous tar
.
He returns home to a slightly strained smile
And the smell of ink and lack of any wile
.
To tasteless tea and listening ears
That is soothing in silence and for fears
.
He is disenchanted with her dark, dark eyes
She is deaf to his nightmare induced cries
.
They cling in the darkness, by their finger little
And the fact is lost in their morning skittle
.
He is their leader- Righteous and strong
He is their brother, who could do no wrong
.
He is their masterpiece, immortalized by song
He is their prayer, writ in their temple gong
.
She is nothing but his wife in name
Brought by contract with no other claim
.
Yet as the nightmares claw deeply in
He turns to her, cradled by shoulder and chin
.
Years breach the wall of memory and wreathe
The ghost of a boy into a living wraith
.
He stands perpetually at the corner of his sight
Mockery weaving through his breath at his plight
.
He sneers at the faithless smiles
Of limpet Lords and political wiles
.
He smirks at his struggle, sarcastic and wry
He spits in his dreams, chokes every cry
.
And she-his bride, his wife- still stays by his side
With tasteless tea and empty words flung wide
.
They dream of a world unexplored and muse
Of possibilities, in silent apologies form a truce
.
The rising dawn is similar yet different
With tentative hope and heartblood spent
.
The days are spent at their respective desks
In silence and brushwork and no risks
.
Until time smoothes the broken, jagged side
And cements their bonds with affection and pride
.
Until the hours begin to feel like hours
Until they could peaceably share covers
.
Until writ in blood and ink and seals
Was the Kyuubi, within her as she heals
.
Fear pervaded his heart, bottomless
Sinking, stressful and sleepless
.
Until the Healer spoke of luck and rapid healing
And discusses the aftermath of the sealing
.
Fractured limbs, accelerated heartbeat
Twin chakras and increased body heat
.
Voice cool and utterly professional
Eyes fearful, unsure, glazed and dull
.
People spoke of the monstrosity that did befall
The queen of their king, and were in thrall
.
Of the queen who sought to vanquish all foe
And spoke little and seemed as gentle as a doe
.
At last they were allowed to meet
She requested him to take a seat
.
You are their protectress, claimed he
You are too kind, modestly spoke she
.
I speak no lie, was his quiet whisper
With invisible blush and clear eyes on her
.
Dark, dark eyes met warm black
With throat dry and jaw slack
.
As a thousand emotions simmered
And spread upon her cheek, unseemly red
.
Thus sparks a different story of love
That began with tea on a wooden stove
.
That grew from affection to much more
From silent dawns and standing at the door
.
Silent rituals built act by act, deed by deed
Born of kindred spirits and hope borne seed
.
Home, country was built by the side of his wife
Who stood by his side through war and strife
.
A formidable foe, a doe eyed heroine
Softly aglow and still as brilliant as sin
This piece was inspired by the wonderful "coincident" who I know is an exemplary authoress. Maybe if you liked my story-poem hybrid, please do go check out her stories. :)
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Erudite Enchantress.