The tale of the lost poet

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

Years had passed since Aurora had left this world, yet her presence remained woven into the fabric of Emrys's life. He had immersed himself wholeheartedly into the world of poetry, finding solace and inspiration in the memories they had shared and the lessons she had imparted. What began as a journey of grief had transformed into a testament of love—an ode to Aurora's spirit that echoed through every verse he penned.

The grand poetry performance was a culmination of years of dedication and growth. Emrys stood backstage, his heart fluttering with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. The stage lights cast a warm glow over the audience, their murmurs of anticipation blending into a soft hum that filled the air.

As he waited for his turn to perform, Emrys closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer to Aurora. "For you, Aurora," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Palaging para sayo."

When his name was announced, Emrys stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding yet humble. He wore a simple suit, a contrast to the complexity of emotions that swirled within him. The spotlight focused on him, casting shadows that danced in time with his heartbeat.

"Tonight," Emrys began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, "I dedicate this performance to someone who forever changed my life. Each poem I share tonight is a tribute to her memory, to the love and light she brought into my world."

He took a deep breath, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a delicate melody. "This first piece," he continued, "is titled 'Echoes of Eternity,' for Aurora."

The audience hushed, captivated by the sincerity in Emrys's voice. His words flowed effortlessly, each line a tapestry woven with love and longing. With every stanza, he painted portraits of moments shared, of laughter and tears, of dreams woven together and whispers lost to the wind.

And as he spoke, Emrys felt a presence beside him—a gentle warmth that enveloped him like a comforting embrace. He glanced to the side, his heart skipping a beat as he saw a familiar figure standing on the stage with him.

Aurora's spirit stood there, radiant in a white dress that shimmered in the soft glow of the stage lights. Her presence was ethereal, her eyes filled with an otherworldly grace that spoke of peace and love. In her hands, she held a violin, its strings whispering a melody that only Emrys could hear.

Tears welled in Emrys's eyes as he continued to recite his poem, each word a declaration of his enduring love for Aurora. The audience watched in awe, captivated not only by the beauty of his poetry but by the palpable connection that transcended time and space.

As he reached the final stanza, Emrys's voice quivered with emotion. "For you, Aurora," he whispered, his gaze locked with hers. "In every heartbeat, in every breath, you are etched into the fabric of my soul."

Aurora's spirit smiled, a radiant expression that filled Emrys with a sense of peace he had not felt since her passing. Her violin played a final, haunting melody—a symphony of love and farewell that echoed through the theater, touching the hearts of everyone present.

When Emrys finished his performance, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers mingling with tears of both joy and sorrow. He bowed humbly, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the opportunity to share his love for Aurora with the world.

As he stepped off the stage, Emrys felt a gentle breeze brush against his cheek—a whispered farewell from Aurora's spirit, a reminder that love transcends all boundaries, even those of life and death.

And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of applause and the lingering presence of Aurora's spirit, Emrys knew that their love would endure—an eternal flame that burned bright in the depths of his heart.

The curtains fell on Emrys's performance, but the legacy of his love for Aurora would live on in the hearts of those who had witnessed their journey.