Title - " Seasonal X-Odes "
Author -  G-Woman
Spoilers - Technically, none, so I maintain plausible denial (unless you
count episode titles .) Covers seasons 1 through 5, with a nod to the
feature film.
Type - Odes to the X-Files odyessy 
Summary - Somewhat abstract poems/little ditties designed to incorporate
various episode titles and simultaneously attempt to encapsulate the
overall sensibility of the season in question.

Disclaimer  -  None of the episode titles or characters referred to belong
to me, though I admit to sometimes feeling as though they do :) They are
the brainchild of Chris Carter, and the invention of his talented writing
ensemble. This is in homage to them and the stories they tell.

To all my fellow Philes and the gang at 10-13 - You're my few in 5 billion ;)

G-Woman
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Seasonal X-Odes

An Ode to Season One

It begins one eve ; darkness falls and shapes
in the shadows form a conduit for fire and ice,
through which a devil may squeeze . . 
Newly coupled, they pilot with born again vigor
enticed by fallen angels and miracle men
to reach beyond the sea, and into space.

An Ode to Season Two 

The irresistible quest forges fearful symmetry 
and claims fresh bones. 
Soft light conceals a host of humbug, 
while the blood of little green men 
begets a sleepless ascension. 
One breath from end game, 
partners become firewalkers . .

An Ode to Season Three

Grotesque revelations surface in
an apocryphal quagmire. 
Paperclip pushers remain too shy,
though the war of lists and hell money rages.
Surviving schisms, the oubliette only deepens.
Yearning for a final repose,
their ceasless walk continues.

An Ode to Season Four

Passion for truth still unrequited
demons tear at paper hearts,
and offer an elegy of zero sum.
Yet synchrony prevails, 
for home is one another. 
Momentous musings deliver 
a retort of never again, 
and the promise of a redux . .


An Ode to Season Five

Bad blood threatens, but reveals itself bluff, 
fighting fox hunts and folly, partners stay patient, 
trusting their minds eye will double as kill switch. 
An unexpected detour relumes Promethean heat, 
proving all is not black and white, 
and fueling the travelers to end by warning all souls to
Fight the future . .

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