DIVERGING PATHS
Epilogue: Joined
Simple spider above my doorway,
weave me a magic to catch the memories.
Those I have made here,
and are still to come.
He watched silently as she played with the children, as energetic and free spirited as she ever was, her beauty undimmed in his eyes, despite the time that had passed since their first meeting which seemed so long ago and yet, in some respects, not so very distant at all. From that time to this, all that had occurred in between, no matter how difficult or how undemanding the situation had been at that moment, were precious memories held dearly by them both for, without them, they would not appreciate the present and their being together as much as they now did.
Or so she had told him many a time past and would, no doubt, again in the future though did not fully agree.
Things of the past, he did not need. Only her. As long as she was by his side, and remained so, he did not care as much as she did for looking back to what had gone before, especially the hardships that he disliked recalling as they brought to mind memories of her in deep emotional distress. Although, undoubtedly due to her influence and constant companionship which had subtly shifted over the passage of time the harsh manner of how he viewed things, there were moments when even he found his mind wandering back to the course of events that had brought them to this point, how their diverged paths had joined and become the one on which they traveled now, together.
Let them forever be a part of this place,
almost sad.
Normally not one to spare time for regrets, he found himself wordlessly offering up thanks to the departed souls that had fought so valiantly in the chaos of that last vicious battle. Without them, he would surely have fallen and missed his chance to be here now, with her and the children, experiencing a peace and happiness of heart that, at one point in his life, had never thought possible for him.
But she, by simply being and remaining by his side throughout everything, had changed it all and he would have it no other way than.
Though, prior to her entrance into his life, he had thought little of the theory of reincarnation, he could not doubt it for she was the very proof of such a miraculous rebirth. And he could only wonder at whatever past deeds he may have done in his previous life to deserve such as blessing, such as her and all that she brought him, to be bestowed upon him.
With your eight and my two,
ten can do great things.
Great to the eye of those who have not tried,
let them join in too.
There was a small part of him that even wondered if he should, perhaps give thanks to their enemy, that treacherous plot-weaving spider that had finally been eliminated once and for all along with those other parts of him that he had created. After all, were it not for that dark being of corruption, or the jewel that had brought them together, they might never have been taken to that turning point in their lives and he would not be here with her as he was now. For all his evil, the enemy had ended up accomplishing something good.
The spider would find it galling to know that their present happiness, in the long run, had been due to him.
Though he would never admit it out loud, the trials the enemy had put them through had been partial cause for his coming together with her. Perhaps they had even pushed him towards her much more effectively than had he been left to proceed on his own though he would never willingly confess to such ineptness on his part, except maybe to her. For certain, overcoming the obstacles that spider had been placed before them had made them depend on each other, bound them closer together just as they were tied now.
However, although their greatest enemy was gone and the closeness between he and her was as perfect as ever, that did not mean their lives had fallen into dullness.
On the contrary, life still had its surprises for them to deal with. But, no matter what new turns their path took, they had gotten through them, from tears to arguments to laughter, and would maintain doing so as time wore on. He looked forward to whatever the future may bring for he was willing to face anything as long as he had her with him in the years that would come.
The more,
the better
for this magic which you started,
above my doorway.
For the path that had begun from a dark spider's weavings was still being traveled upon by them into the possibilities that stretched ahead.
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AN: Lyrics from poem entitled Pause by Ryan Drake. Many thanks to the creator of the awesome poems that inspired me to do something I never intended to do - a songfic structured story!
I hope you enjoyed it, those of you who kept up with this until the final chapter, and followed it fairly well despite the deliberate obscurity of the text. I was surprised by how many comments I got for this but maybe that's because of my own tendency to shy away from songfic formatted stories. Not that I have anything against them, I've read some very nicely done ones, but my preference leans towards the more standard. Yeah, I know, I can be such a boring person sometimes.
But thanks to everyone who has sent comments my way. Especially Nat for asking me if I was a professional writer, it's a nice compliment. To answer your question, no, I'm not. And, yes, I do have original works but I'm not ready to put those up since they tend to be very different from my fanfics and I'm afraid of sending readers screaming for their lives when they see the stories I cook up all on my own instead of sprouting from someone else's work, like anime or manga. (^^)
Well, that's all, folks!
Epilogue: Joined
Simple spider above my doorway,
weave me a magic to catch the memories.
Those I have made here,
and are still to come.
He watched silently as she played with the children, as energetic and free spirited as she ever was, her beauty undimmed in his eyes, despite the time that had passed since their first meeting which seemed so long ago and yet, in some respects, not so very distant at all. From that time to this, all that had occurred in between, no matter how difficult or how undemanding the situation had been at that moment, were precious memories held dearly by them both for, without them, they would not appreciate the present and their being together as much as they now did.
Or so she had told him many a time past and would, no doubt, again in the future though did not fully agree.
Things of the past, he did not need. Only her. As long as she was by his side, and remained so, he did not care as much as she did for looking back to what had gone before, especially the hardships that he disliked recalling as they brought to mind memories of her in deep emotional distress. Although, undoubtedly due to her influence and constant companionship which had subtly shifted over the passage of time the harsh manner of how he viewed things, there were moments when even he found his mind wandering back to the course of events that had brought them to this point, how their diverged paths had joined and become the one on which they traveled now, together.
Let them forever be a part of this place,
almost sad.
Normally not one to spare time for regrets, he found himself wordlessly offering up thanks to the departed souls that had fought so valiantly in the chaos of that last vicious battle. Without them, he would surely have fallen and missed his chance to be here now, with her and the children, experiencing a peace and happiness of heart that, at one point in his life, had never thought possible for him.
But she, by simply being and remaining by his side throughout everything, had changed it all and he would have it no other way than.
Though, prior to her entrance into his life, he had thought little of the theory of reincarnation, he could not doubt it for she was the very proof of such a miraculous rebirth. And he could only wonder at whatever past deeds he may have done in his previous life to deserve such as blessing, such as her and all that she brought him, to be bestowed upon him.
With your eight and my two,
ten can do great things.
Great to the eye of those who have not tried,
let them join in too.
There was a small part of him that even wondered if he should, perhaps give thanks to their enemy, that treacherous plot-weaving spider that had finally been eliminated once and for all along with those other parts of him that he had created. After all, were it not for that dark being of corruption, or the jewel that had brought them together, they might never have been taken to that turning point in their lives and he would not be here with her as he was now. For all his evil, the enemy had ended up accomplishing something good.
The spider would find it galling to know that their present happiness, in the long run, had been due to him.
Though he would never admit it out loud, the trials the enemy had put them through had been partial cause for his coming together with her. Perhaps they had even pushed him towards her much more effectively than had he been left to proceed on his own though he would never willingly confess to such ineptness on his part, except maybe to her. For certain, overcoming the obstacles that spider had been placed before them had made them depend on each other, bound them closer together just as they were tied now.
However, although their greatest enemy was gone and the closeness between he and her was as perfect as ever, that did not mean their lives had fallen into dullness.
On the contrary, life still had its surprises for them to deal with. But, no matter what new turns their path took, they had gotten through them, from tears to arguments to laughter, and would maintain doing so as time wore on. He looked forward to whatever the future may bring for he was willing to face anything as long as he had her with him in the years that would come.
The more,
the better
for this magic which you started,
above my doorway.
For the path that had begun from a dark spider's weavings was still being traveled upon by them into the possibilities that stretched ahead.
````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
AN: Lyrics from poem entitled Pause by Ryan Drake. Many thanks to the creator of the awesome poems that inspired me to do something I never intended to do - a songfic structured story!
I hope you enjoyed it, those of you who kept up with this until the final chapter, and followed it fairly well despite the deliberate obscurity of the text. I was surprised by how many comments I got for this but maybe that's because of my own tendency to shy away from songfic formatted stories. Not that I have anything against them, I've read some very nicely done ones, but my preference leans towards the more standard. Yeah, I know, I can be such a boring person sometimes.
But thanks to everyone who has sent comments my way. Especially Nat for asking me if I was a professional writer, it's a nice compliment. To answer your question, no, I'm not. And, yes, I do have original works but I'm not ready to put those up since they tend to be very different from my fanfics and I'm afraid of sending readers screaming for their lives when they see the stories I cook up all on my own instead of sprouting from someone else's work, like anime or manga. (^^)
Well, that's all, folks!