Title: Fallen Green Bird (Alt. Title: Spring Is Not Here Anymore)
DISCLAIMER: Cowboy Bebop and its characters do not belong to me, and neither does the song "Green Bird." For now, I am just borrowing them.
Setting: Episode 5-Ballad of the Fallen Angels...during the famous "Green Bird" scene(where Spike falls out of the cathedral window and has flashbacks of Julia). This is basically from Spike's POV and he describes his memories in [crappy] poetic form I guess.
A/N: This was originally going to be a semi-song fic, but the real lyrics sang in the song were the not same as the lyrics printed on the CD booklet. So I had difficulty figuring out what the actual meaning of the song lyrics were supposed to be. This "story" can be symbolically confusing, so I suggest youtubing "green bird" to watch the actual episode scene of the song+flashbacks. The video is about 1:50 minutes long. Also, where you see numbers, those correspond to notes found at the bottom(of course ff(dot)net isn't perfect and it screws up stuff I had in Microsoft Word) of the page. Lastly please rate and review. No flaming please; constructive criticism is allowed.
Fallen Green Bird
(Original Title: Spring Is Not Here Anymore)
Time slows. Suspension falters. Falling, falling, falling…
Thousands of beautiful reflective shards plummet past me. Like rain, the shards splash against my face. Instead of feeling refreshed I am battered with pain and blood; burned, yet I am ice.1
A white haired demon watches me from above the isolated cathedral. His eyes are torn, shadowed with disturbance yet not fully at war.2
The sky expands above me, the world below remains untouched. My eyes and mind remain unfocused. Then, a flicker of a memory, barely recognizable…I am reminded of her. A woman stands near a window, behind a curtain, staring at me.
Clouds blanket me from overhead. Memories come, and I stand in an empty room, invisible. A lonely room it certainly is, a virgin that has not yet been tainted.
More shards splash against my face, bleeding me. Falling, falling, falling…
The color red triggers more. A blood colored rose is dropped on hardened stone, drowning in a shallow pool of water.
Sounds of earthquakes and wars and guns splinter any more falling tranquility. Clouds slowly but surely move along. Rose petals fall from a window like me, mirroring fallen shards.
I think of her again. Her hair is a sweet fragrance, reminding me of Magnolia flowers. One eye glares back at me. And I want to smile, but I see the drowned rose. I am dying.
Big iron touches her fields of gold. I walk away and am assaulted by more wars and guns. For a moment I'm thinking that I enjoy this peaceful chaos. We tumble together in the bed and she is the first one to fall asleep.
The cathedral erupts and spews fire as if it were possessed by the devil himself. Falling, falling, falling…
No more memories. I bleed in the earth. I swear I saw Julia. I miss her and I miss spring.
Spring is not here anymore.
Notes:
1-A reference to poem 134 in Petrarch's Canzoniere: "I fear and hope, and burn and I am ice."
2-Another reference to poem 134 in Petrarch's Canzoniere: "I find no peace, and I am not at war."