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As We Bid Farewell (Dolokhov/Anatole. Poem) [Oct. 9th, 2011|02:16 am]
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Title: As We Bid Farewell
Author: alley_skywalker
War and Peace
Paring: Dolokhov/Anatole
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Dolokhov's musings on the morning directly before Borodino. In poetry form.
Author's Notes: Semi-coherent, written two-three years ago actually after an OD on Shakespeare in English 4 AP. I'm still calling a fic :p

The mist of dawn that bathes the world in fog of red
Of bloody rays that shan’t bode well
Now hath come to greet me in the starting day
To laugh with its fiery light
At all my hopes, my dreams, my valor’s pride
An omen of the day to come
That shall hide from sight all that is dear and sweet
Behind the vale of smoke and flame
Behind the ruckus of the canon fire
The chill of morning – a deluding, fleeting state
As the August sun shall burn and scathe mid-day
As though to match the hell it shall preside over this day
Come forth, my dear
The time has come to bid farewell
And with the slightest touch of hands convey the lingering thoughts of gentle warmth
Come near, my love
So I might gaze into thine eyes once more
And seek within their tender grey a solemn vow to always love
Pray say all that thou had said last night
When as an angel by faintest light of stars thou lit the world
With the ethereal shimmer of thy beauty
And the fiery passion of thy promises that ought to not be broken
Yet as the angel leaves and melts into the starting tumult
And the sun gains its height in the cloudless, mocking heavens
There is no limit to despair, concern, self pity
We are the mere pawns in this, the game of kings and God
A man may love and hate and suffer
And this will notice none, remember none
As Time’s relentless coarse leads on
H ave strength and courage my dear one
Beyond the vale lies the battle
After the dawn the hellish heat of the accursed day must follow
Do not be fooled by boyish dreams of grandeur
They are but false facades and as insidious as a temptress may be
Have heart, dear one
For now we part and as of our meeting I do not dare think
Innocents falls first, the brightest star the first to burn
Yet if by heaven’s grace thou again I shall see
I shall forego all utterances of love no more
As I draw thy slender frame to me