Fate & Faith

 

I

 

One certain evening, some decades ago,

Some girls were trying to foresee the fate.

On Eve of Christmas, as it was well known,

Dreams told the future and made no mistake.

 

In many buildings almost lost in snow

Light had been twinkling in the shining eyes.

With every rite performed, sweet hopes were growing

Beneath the shimmer of the winter sky.

 

Now, would you, take a look through one of windows.

Youd see a girl renowned for her grace,

With deep black hair, like the crows feathers,

With bright blue eyes on finely featured face.

 

Just like the others, she believes in magic

Of mystic night before the holy day.

Unlike the others, she could not imagine

That long-awaited dream could go astray.

 

She has already got a strong affection

For one extremely dear to her heart.

So she could say with little hesitation

That day of their wedding wasnt far.

 

The only thing that she was thus expecting

Was to confirm what she already knew.

The dream will show the one that she is meant for;

Who else can that be, if old tales are true?

 

Inspired, she is blowing out her candle,

And soon she is asleep in comfy bed.

The powers of the night will now awaken;

The sun is gone; the moon is here instead.

 

A vision is ascending from the darkness.

Shes seeing a familiar landscape.

Shes standing by the river which is sparkling

In glory of an awesome summer day.

 

Shes stepping on the bridge across the river.

Someone is coming from the other shore.

The world stands still. She moves; she wants to see him,

To recognize the one she would adore.

 

Her heart has stopped its beating for a second.

Another person meets her on the bridge.

She knows him; but hes a mere acquaintance.

Shes always been quite out of his reach.

 

Hes not alone; there is a mare

He leads across the bridge to other side.

As they are talking, quiet horse is staring

At her with its deep black unmoving eye.

 

This is so wrong. What is he doing here?

Why all the signs are telling hes the one?

The questions buzz around and feed her fear.

She turns her back to him and starts to run.

 

Then she wakes up. Its early in the morning.

The sun is still asleep but will soon rise.

The girl is thinking. Was this dream a warning?

No. No! It cant be true. These are just lies.

 

Discarding what she saw, she has decided

That something was done wrong among her rites.

No reason to become too much excited

About blurry visions of the night.

 

Away, the dreams! The real life is stronger.

No one can stand between the loving hearts.

No forces will be able to take over,

No troubles gonna tear them apart.

 

II

 

Its been some time. The summer is beginning.

A merry time for anyone in love.

Some walking, dancing, and a bit of kissing

Under the stars that glisten from above.

 

All of a sudden, happiness was broken.

An evil leader played his wicked game.

A war erupted, and no one could stop it;

Entire western border was aflame.

 

Attention, people! Capital is speaking.

Invasion started; enemy is strong.

There is no doubt it will be defeated,

We are the right side, and it wont take long.

 

The duty calls, and all the men are leaving.

Last words are said, and then one last embrace.

The ancient pattern is again repeated:

A warrior departs, a woman stays.

 

The girl we saw before is no exclusion.

Aside she stands, remembering her dream.

She tries her best to look and act as usual,

But shes afraid - she knows what it means.

 

Shes having an extremely bad forefeeling.

The one she loves might never make it back.

Shes crying, and shes running, and shes screaming

She urges him to stop and to forget

 

About the duty, and the battle glory,

To stay with her, so that he would be safe.

Alas! The fates already shaped the story.

The grid is ready; pieces are in place.

 

How could he have been possibly persuaded?

When danger looms, no man would stay behind.

He wont evade the blow; he would take it

No matter how hopeless is the fight.

 

So he has left, together with the others.

Alone then, the girl was lost in grief.

Time ran, though, and she started to recover.

There still was hope; she wanted to believe.

 

For quite a while, no news came from the frontlines.

The updates on the radio were grim.

Defenses failing, enemies advancing,

Destruction being taken to extremes.

 

The villagers were anxious and uncertain.

Nobody knew what was in store for them.

To their luck, perhaps as would they learn it,

The truth would be too bitter to withstand.

 

The hope is always rooted in the darkness,

In aspects of the picture we cant see.

A clear image leaves no room for wonders,

For wild imagination running free.

 

Yet this uncertainty is also evil,

Especially with ones we care for.

Wild guesses and concerns end up with fear,

With desperate desire to know more.

 

Thus everybody had contrasting feelings.

Expecting news, they were afraid of it.

As every single letter or transmission

Could be a sign of triumph or defeat.

 

Such was the summer of that horrid year,

The one the whole nation wont forget.

So many men and women had been dreaming

And making plans but faced a war instead.

 

III

 

Its been four years. Enemys defeated.

The country celebrates; the nature blooms.

No more aggression from the evil leader

Deep in his shelter, he embraced his doom.

 

Its been a better world since his departure.

No more obsession with the pure race,

No dire madness that would kill and torture,

Aspiring to ignite a global blaze.

 

Brave soldiers have secured happy future

For further generations to descend,

So that new children could adore the beauty

Of flourishing and peaceful home land.

 

A lot was lost. The cities are in rubble,

The railways and the bridges are destroyed,

And people are worn out by the struggle

They hide exhaustion under their joy.

 

Same goes for the people of the village

Weve left before; they went through tough ordeals

And have endured much before the freedom

Had got another chance to spread its wings.

 

As enemies had come, and they resided

For many months before they were repelled.

They werent exactly harsh, but had the mindset

Of masters being able to command.

 

They felt as if they could have done whatever

They wanted to the people they controlled.

Thats why the girls were careful like never

Revealing someones beauty was a fault.

 

These days were hard, and they are still remembered.

Yet better does it feel to celebrate.

The time is an extraordinary mender,

And it will force bad memories to fade.

 

A bittersweet event will now happen:

Victorious, the men are coming back,

But lives of many fearless defenders

Were taken by the enemy attacks.

 

Lets look for pitch black hair in the crowd.

Yes, she is here, with the grieving girls.

Shes quiet. She had too much time for crying.

One day shell meet him in the other world.

 

Shed seen the letter. It was short but clear.

In some remote place, he fought and fell.

Back then, the paper soon was wet with tears,

And even now she is not quite well.

 

Yet every cloud has a silver lining.

The friend from Christmas dream is on his way.

He had been wounded but he had survived it

Through courage, and austerity, and faith.

 

He overcame the might of the aggressor,

And he is ready for his final fight.

Hell try to win the love of girl he fancies,

The one we have been watching from the start.

 

It took much time but still he had succeeded.

With gentle care, he could soothe her pain.

They have been married, and they have been living

For many happy years since that day.

 

The girl had chosen to dismiss her vision,

But anyway the prophecy was true.

The magic of the night fulfilled its mission,

And everything took place when it was due.

 

***

 

This is the story I was told on Christmas.

The couple were the ancestors of mine.

For many, war meant death and sorry feelings,

For our kin beginning of the life.

 

If peace were kept, the girl would have then married

The man she loved before, the other one.

It honestly feels strange to be aware

That our paths could never have begun.

 

Yet anyones existence is a sequence

Of random unpredictable events,

So each and every link could have a weakness

And break the chain in its entire length.

 

The history is what already happened.

It leaves no room for questions like what if.

This means that doubts probably dont matter,

Just like the people that had never lived.

 

We might be making independent choices,

Or following a pattern or a plan.

What version is correct? Maybe, as always,

The truth is right between the two of them.

 

20.01.2017