Authorís note: Okay, I was bored

Author's note: Okay, I was bored when I wrote this! This is my first Slayers anything so be nice! I usually write sappy Jessie James things too, and this is also a first dapple in Lina/ZelSo read, review, don't read don't review, it's all the same to me! (And yes this is very bad, I warned you!)

To Walk a Path Unwinding

I walked a path once full of hate

I walked it lone

And I walked it safe

I trod along the coiling mists to whence I dare not say

To dance within the sacred light and squalid ocean spray

I ran the path to my demise

I dare not look

And I dare not cry

The knots and bends how cruel they seem

To catch thee in a wicked web and steal away a dream

I stumbled off the path and into arms of love

I stayed there still

And I stayed always

How cruel a fate so wild a muse

To let passion's fires weld timeless fuse

I tried to find the path again

I could not see

And I could not believe

I would be tamed by none, so naïve a thought, yet true in all it said

To burn a soul a crime of hate, yet when transpired left two dead

I found the path to my dismay

It was mercury

And it was not unchanging

A future shrouded in uncertainty's cloak and a heart wrapped cold in ice

To stay the fiery heart's fickle flight no passion's fires will the Dragon none suffice

I walked a path alone in flames

I need no cool

And I need no ice

Denied the pacifism to see the light, I destroyed the ice of love

To melt within my fiery grip and wither like the fragile dove

I walked the path with souls by my side

I realized then

And I realized late

I tempted fate, I laughed at death, for I feared nothing, had nothing to lose

To love the spirit I once had thought lost, come back in a veil of blue

I stopped on the path, and looked the other way

To a road much safer

And to a road shining with light

And I finally stepped off the crooked path and into the light so blinding

To see what I had wanted so long, to walk a path unwinding

I walked a path of fire and ice

I walked it long

And I walked it true

The two powers of old together again, as one we are slowly finding

That though wild spirits are never quelled, our paths shall be unwinding.

To dance, to catch, to let, to burn, either hardly minding

To stay, to melt, to love, to see, true adventure on paths unwinding

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