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The Phoenix and the Schoolmaster
I've only had inspiration for planning so far, so:
I figured out, or at least I think I have, that the narrative should take a decline/re-birth/decline cycle, from Autumn to Autumn. So five sections and perhaps 13 chapers.
And note to self: Midsummer Day is on 21st of June in the UK. (An appropriately symbolic day for their relationship to go further, if I decide that's how it'll go.)
Autumn: the start of the academic year, so in a sense the beginning of one cycle as well as the start of the decline of another. Melancholic in atmosphere - the decline of summer, small markers pointing towards winter are quite ominous as they get more significant.
Winter: Weather is always a big factor in British winters - so take the power of that into account. Everything is dying, decaying, freezing - stasis.
Spring: The gradual (for realism, particularly if weather is theme too) change from winter. From snow drops, almost to Midsummer.
Summer: The end of an academic year - and freedom for anyone in academic life (July). It's also satisfaction, warmth, fulfillment?
September repeated starts the process over again.
Mercury falling
I rise from my bed
Collect my thoughts together
I have to hold my head
It seems that she's gone
And somehow I am pinned by
The hounds of winter
Howling in the wind
I walk through the day
My coat around my ears
I look for my companion
I have to dry my tears
It seems that she's gone
Leaving me too soon
I'm as dark as December
I'm as cold as the man in the moon
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
It's easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They follow me down
I can't make up the fire
The way that she could
I spend all my days
In the search for dry wood
Board all the windows and close
The front door
I can't believe she won't here anymore
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
It's easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They follow me down
A season for joy
A season for sorrow
Where she's gone
I will surely, surely follow
She brightened my day
She warmed the coldest night
The hounds of winter
They got me in their sights
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
It's easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They harry me down
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