Fic By: Ahrianna Lee
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Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing © Sunrise, Bandai, and Sotsu Agency. Dream Within a Dream was written by Edgar Allan Poe in 18something and it's not mine either.
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Stood slowly and with one last glance out the window he walked to the door. There he stopped, bid his love good-bye.
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
He turned slowly and stepped out into the twilight mist. He cast his eyes upon the sky, questioning all but why. He watched the sun rise from out the sea, the moon set over mountains dark, he thought of all his life did see. Of the shadows of his dream.
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
He asked the sky watching the morning dove fly from it's perch, out across the sand and sea. Far away from war torn lands as these. Far from him and his memories. A single tear rolled down his cheek from furrowed brow and half closed eyes to the sand at his feet to mingle in the sand dune's rise.
Is but a dream within a dream.
He walked slowly from out the shadow of the flown bird's tree to the beach to stand in it's crashing waves among the rocks there since ancient days. He stood in the water, braced against it's surge as he watched the sun climb up the sky from out the ocean's dirge.
Of a surf-tormented shore,
He cried to the dying wind as it blew the sea mist to his face. He knelt on one knee in the crashing waves, scooped up a fist of the golden sand.
Grains of the golden sand-
The waves crashed over him, pulling at his grip, pulling at the sand, it slipped through his fingers and was carried away, into the sea, never seen again. He let his hand fall back down to the sand, his hair wet with the waves embrace, he lifted the end of his long braid to his face.
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
He hid his crying face in his palms, still holding his long hair. Long lost faces drown his mind, he could feel the hand of her phantom on his shoulder. The specter of her that saved him so long ago, gave him his braid and his life then left him behind, to live in this strife. Standing behind her he could feel all the others, the friends the mentors, the father and his brothers. He lifted his head and hands to shake his fists at the heavens.
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
He hit the ocean swells with his meager fist and hung his head low to the waves. This fight he was fighting, would it be but for a dream? This war that has taken everything, is it really for what it seems? The salt of his tears did mix in the oceans depths, the cries of his heart drown out by the thundering waves, carried still to heaven. Then the wind gave way as the waves died down, crashing less and less. The sea was calm now, and but lapped at the shore. He lifted his eyes to the skies and relished in the sun's embrace, whispered to the fading phantoms as they left this place.
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?