InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Poetry of the Sengoku Jidai ❯ Forty Seasons Passed ( Chapter 3 )

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Author's Note: Written for Live Journal IYFic_Contest. The theme for week 46? “Ten Years in the Future.” I don't know if this little thing counts as poetry, since I haven't take a poetry class in over 20 years, and I can't remember that far back. But I'm going to call it that anyway. Don't own characters…

Forty Seasons Passed

The storming pink swirls

blow petals through her hair,

skimming past the shrine,

whisking away all the dreams,

childish dreams, now gone.

The dreams were never hers,

mistress to duty,

caretaker of memory.

Kneeling by the grave,

the young miko tends it,

left behind to weep,

waiting alone for the dead.

Forty seasons passed

since days of blood and flame.

We die and grief lives.

Time heals some wounds, but not all.

A wind whisper calls

a soft spell from her lips -

Tell me what you wish.

Wishes are for fools, Sister.

The blossom trail forms,

like Her footsteps leading

once again to Him,

always to Him, nowhere else.

The spell carries them

floating past field and tree,

over paths well worn

to the glade of memory.

Peace pervades this place

of power, god tree roots

consuming Him now.

Ear to His chest, she listens.

His heart beats. Slow. Strong.

He was terror to her -

flash of white and red.

Lifeless and alive, He hangs,

a life unfinished

in penance for His crime.

Frozen in time, He

waits with the living to die.

How is it fair that

He lives, while Her bones turn

to dust entombed, Her

dreams unknown and unfulfilled?

Maybe killing Him

would close the hopeful wound

that brings her here to

wonder at unfinished dreams.

She comes here to wait,

to witness and to grieve.

As each season turns,

she is called here to duty.

Lifting her voice high

she chants the binding spell

infusing the beads;

but the sealing word must wait.

Forty seasons passed

waiting for when He wakes.

Then we will kill Him.

For you, Sister, we wait … for you.

Author's Other Note: So - do you know who I am?

POV=Kaede