Poetry for the Soul

My Beloved Wei Ying

Author's Note:

Warning. Implied BL.

This is part of the 'Ancient China' series.

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~♡~

As the cold wind blows

Leaves scatter and flower petals fall

And branches sway to and fro

But the trees nonetheless stood proud and tall

Dusk is falling rapidly

In the forest near a waterfall

Empty and lonely

And feeling so small

I started to play the zither

Gently plucking its strings

But only feeling something strange and bitter

Instead of the comfort it usually brings

I have waited for over a decade

Waiting for your return

But at times like this I wish for the blade

Even when I know it's not yet my turn

A part of me hopes you will arrive

I stared up towards the darkened sky

I fear we are not fated to meet again in this life

Closing my eyes

I prayed we would see each other again

I played the zither a little louder

Willing away my pain

I chastise myself for being a doubter

Rabbits hop here and there

A mere fluffy creature makes my heart clench

I know I'm near to wallowing in despair

I feel like my heart has been wrenched

I envision your face and your bright smile

The creatures remind me of you

You had made my life worthwhile

I wished I had cherished the days when it was just us two

In my dreams you were there

But always out of reach

Your laughter I was clearly aware

'Stay with me' I had always beseeched

But you were always gone

After all it was just a dream

Nonetheless I was left forlorn

I willed myself not to lose control and scream

The moon shone above with the stars

And I plucked the strings of my zither once more

Lost in my memories that now seem so far

'If we meet again, I will always believe you' I swore

My eyes filled with tears

The zither produce harmonious sounds

But the music fell on deaf ears

For I am left confound

In the air was the faint sounds of a flute

The music familiar and pleasing to the ear

I admit it rendered me mute

After all these years

I have always remembered and I knew

As I accompany your music with my zither

This piece could only be played by you

I feel so much at ease and lighter

We kept playing and playing

In such seamless harmony

Oh my beloved Wei Ying

My fierce yet adorable, precious little bunny

~♡~

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Author's Note:

Inspired by 'The Untamed', a Chinese drama adaption of the novel, manhua and anime, 'Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation'.

My take on Lan Wangji's (Lan Zhan) thoughts and feelings of Wei Wuxian (Wei Ying) during the 16 years after the latter's death and just after his resurrection.

On another note, this just went from melancholy, longing to... cute at the very last moment. I'm confused myself. I'm not sure how I feel about this honestly.