Post by MinnieQuill on Dec 27, 2006 3:15:59 GMT -5
Four Seasons in One Day
Four seasons in one day
Lying in the depths of your imagination
Worlds above and worlds below
The sun shines on the black clouds hanging over the domain
She stands by the lake, staring at the grey expanse of water. The day is overcast and rain clouds threaten to erupt at any moment. She is utterly still, and the slight breeze that causes one loose strand of loose hair to flutter across face, threatens to knock her over into the lake’s murky depths. I want to reach out and touch her; to offer some form of comfort but then I remember. I can’t.
Even when you’re feeling warm
The temperature could drop away
Like four seasons in one day
There is a sudden chill in the air, and she instinctively hugs herself in an effort of keep warm. I notice that her natural strength seems to emanate from her, and breath a sigh of relief. Then I remember. I don’t breathe.
Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again, again
I would give my life to save her from the misery I’ve caused. But I can’t. Contrary to popular belief I’m not a miracle worker and I can’t turn back time. I can’t do anything except watch her.
You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
All the things you cant explain
Four seasons in one day
She turns slowly, and stares at the empty space when I am standing. Her jade eyes which I fell in love with hold no tears, and she looks toward me with blank eyes. I want to gather her in my arms and hold her tightly. I want to breathe in her scent as familiar to me as my own. The mixture of sunshine and rain that is utterly unique.
Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day
I shed blood and mine was spilled in return. Now I’m gone, the bloodstain when I fell in the last battle has been washed away, but when I look closely I can still see the scarlet liquid. And I know that she can too.
It doesn’t pay to make predictions
Sleeping on an unmade bed
Finding out wherever there is comfort there is pain
Only one step away
Like four seasons in one day
She returns to the castle and to our chambers. She doesn’t bother changing her clothes, and instead curls up on the bed and hugs my pillow to herself, clinging to it as if it is a life force. She buries her face in the soft pillow and her shoulders shake but still there are no tears. She never cries.
Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day
I watch her trying to suppress her emotions, and it is all I can do not to rush to her side. To offer some sort of comfort. Then I remember. A dead man can’t touch. He can only watch. And wait until she joins him.
Author’s note:- Crap I know. Don’t lynch me. This was my first ever song fic so…yeah. The song is ‘Four Seasons in One Day’ by Crowded House, which I don’t own. Nor do I own the Harry Potter world. *sobs*
