Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or any of the characters accosiated with him... I just like him and am merely borowing him for my writing pleasure. So... dear Mr. Whedon... don't sue. The poem is from: The Chronicals of Rupert Giles by Nancy Holder, so I don't own that either.
I make my way through shadow, through darkness. I follow my own path, where it shall lead me, I'll never know. I blaze my own trail, change my own rules, because as of now, nothing in my life is set in stone.
I learned that the hard way. I fell in love. And I was so bent on things not changing that I didn't see how different things were. How bad things had fallen apart.
So, I left. I'm blazing my own path, my own destiny, making my own fate. Where my path shall lead me, I'll never know... I only can go with it.
This is where my quest for redemption has taken me. How my evil deeds have punished me. And this is also where I must start to make amends, to be forgiven.
I may not know what destiny has in store for me but I know that I'll deal with it one step at a time. One step, one path.
This reminds me of something I once read that Giles had written. He had it tucked into his journal and out of shear curiosity, I opened it.
I shall never be forgiven all my faults by
man nor God nor any good thing.
But this I know. I'm not here for grace
nor pardon
nor to give them.
My way is through shadow
blackness on the path and in my heart
in my eyes
and in my soul
My fate
unknown
My destiny
my own.