Okay Sorry about all the Intersecting lines; but it wouldn't let me put spaces in between paragraphs for some reason. Any way; the intersections signify a change in poem. This part of the prologue is comprised as a load of specially selected/extracted/arranged bits and pieces from the poetry of Yeats. W.B. Yeats that is... I don't think Jack Yeats wrote any poetry... but anyway. Back to this. I admit that i didn't actually write any of this my very own self. But I went looking for relevent poetry, and i found this, so i put it in a certain order to start of this fanfic. So really i did work pretty hard to create this chapter; I don't think i'll be doing another one of these kinda passages again anytime soon. And if you read this through; you might be able to unravel bits of plot. Seriously. I know; I managed to find poetry by yeats in particular and made it fit in to my plot. I personally think that's kinda cool. Anyway; if you're not into this kinda thing: then move along. The other two parts of the prologue are completely different. And then when the story gets started properly, it'll be different again. I think.

Hope you enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the collected works of William Butler Yeats.

.:Prologue: Part One:.

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Earth in beauty dressed

Awaits returning spring.

All true love must die,

Alter the best

Into some lesser thing

Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,

Such exacting breath,

That they touch or sigh.

Every touch they give,

Love is nearer death.

Prove that I lie.

There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend

One had died in a strange place

Near no accustomed hand;

And they had nailed the boards above her face,

Wondering to lay her in that solitude,

And raised her above her mound

A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,

And planted cypress round;

And left her to the indifferent stars above

Dreams, and ruin untold;

Thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old

In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,

Sing in their lonely melody.

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,

I find under the boughs of love and hate,

In all poor foolish things that live a day,

Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?

For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,

Mournful that no new wonder may betide

I sigh that kiss you,

For I must own

That I will miss you

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

Time drops in decay,

Like a candle burnt out

A girl arose that had red mournful lips

And seemed the greatness of the world in tears

Only a sudden flaming word,

In a clanging space a moment heard,

Troubling the endless reverie.

"I loved another; now I love no other"

Beauty, in a mist of tears

She was more beautiful than thy first love

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged

In rambling talk with an image of air;

Vague memories, nothing but memories.

I think that was a pretty unique idea to throw in; but maybe not... I dunno; this is my second fanfic ever so just bare with me. Did this work okay? Review to give your opinion. It would be greatly appretiated! Thank you!

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