InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Omens Of Innocence ❯ Chapter 1

Author: For all who read this, Please, you have a little thing called free will. So, read it if you are interested… If not don't read it. It's really simple. Alas, I am an open person you are by law able to express your opinions freely, but remember I to cherish the First Amendment and the open ways of the internet and this site. Flame me, see if I care, I will not sink to your level (Flamers) as to insult you like an impudent, selfish child. I believe the pairings are blunt and obvious in the summary, so with that final thought tell me what you think!

Omen of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starve'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse Misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human Blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The Game Cock clip'd & arm'd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright.
Every Wolf's & Lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul.
The wild deer wand'ring here & there
Keeps the Human Sould from Care.
The Lamb misus'd brings Public strife
And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.
The Bat that flits at Close at Eve
Has left the Brain that won't Believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov'd by Men.
He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by Woman lov'd.
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spider's emnity.
He who torments the Chafer's sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to the thy Mother's grief.
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,
For the Last Judgement Draweth nigh.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
The Poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artist's Jealousy.
The Prince's Robes & Beggar's Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe,
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the Soul divine:
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The Babe is more than swadling Bands:
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made, & Born were hands,
Every Farmer understands.
Every Tear in Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity;
This is caught by Females bright
And return'd to its own delight.
The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of death.
The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
Does to Rags the Heavens tear.
The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun
Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.
The poor Man's Farming is worth more
Then all the Gold on Afric's Shore.
One Mite wrung from the Lab'rer's hands
Shall buy & sell the Miser's Lands:
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole Nation sell & buy.
He who mocks the Infant's Faith
Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotthing Gave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the Infant's faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death.
The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The Questioner who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Ceasar's Laurel Crown.
Nought can deform the Human Race
Like to the Armour's iron brace.
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.
A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply.
The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile.
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er Believe, do wat you Please.
If the Sund & Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licenc'd build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout the Loser's Curse
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,

Some are Born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye,
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night,
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.

By William Blake

Auguries Of Innocence

Chapter 1 Happiness

Kagome sighed, today was a horrible day. Not that her many others were perfect, granted. Still, she was awoken by her brother at the crack of dawn. There, that just screams the starting of a bad day. But, oh no, fate just wanted her hair to become too tangled to brush.

Not to mention she was half-asleep when ice water poured from her shower head. Grumpy, cold and with tangled hair she had burnt toast for breakfast. She was not happy, at all. (AN: I don't normally like AN's, but fate just does not like our Kagome today eh?)

Now, normally, Kagome by nature is cheerful in the morning. Today however, when rain started to pour down at the bus stop. She was far from cheerful, in fact the chattering of her three friends Ayumi, Yuka and Eri made her a soaked, unhappy teenage girl.

Apparently, common sense was not one of her friends many…qualities they were gifted with. Because Kagome's face was red and her expression was not angry from a seventh grader `stealing" Hojo from her.

No, no, no, she was furious that her Geometry book had been soaked by the rain. And she thought: It just could not get worse.

~ Now let's analyze where Kagome went wrong. Never say it cannot get any worse, just to be safe, don't even think it or…~

When you are in first block English the teacher will call on you to read the most difficult sentence from the homework of last night, that was ruined by the rain. And then you get embarrassed in second block by sneezing from your cold (which was a gift from the rain too.) on the girl sitting in front of you.

The girl who happens to be rich and popular. But the fun does not stop there, oh, no. You, like Kagome are sent home sick from your reputation of having Ebola by a crazy grandfather.

Kagome, upon arrival of her home was `ambushed' by a half- demon named Inu-Yasha, who complained about a certain girl that needs to go back to the Feudal Era of Japan.

Yep, Kagome and her day were just about screwed completely when she sneezed upon the said Half-Demon Inu-Yasha. Who was not pleased…