|As We Bid Farewell
Author: Shadow Padawan PM
Dolokhov's musings on the morning before Borodino. Implied Dolokhov/Anatole slash. Written in poetry form...late at night...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Romance - Dolokhov & Anatole K. - Words: 370 - Published: 03-27-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4950677
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The mist of dawn that bathes the world in fog of red
Of bloody rays that shan't bode well
Now hath come to great 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 September 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 thy 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 your 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 it's height in the cloudless, mocking heavens
There is no limit to despair, concern, self pity.
We are the mere pawns on 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.
Have 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.