(The lyrics come from the song "Bed of dead leaves", by the Finnish band "For my pain...")
Is this love, hate or pain?
For me it's all the same...
In a human's life there are four stages... four... seasons, yes, that fits very well. Four seasons; being spring for childhood, summer for adolescence and a bit further, fall for what ages are trapped between that and winter, which would come to be a mortal's final years. It is summer by usual law that which shows the finest of humans, but she, she has ever been so different.
Her fall is her glory. She is glorious. Knowing her since before she was born, I could say she has never been so beautiful before.
Or so desirable.
The leaves which turn blood red before they part from the tree, that is her perfect description, and nothing has ever made me quiver so much as the thought of her being mine for what remains of eternity. My power is her power, her might is my rapture, and my patience the reward for her unbreaking integrity. Ah, the irony, the lovely irony.
I will wait as long as you command, my dear master.Eventually the crimson leaf will forsake the ageing tree, and then, I'll make the fall of your life last for unending nights...
Make love with me, on the bed of dead leaves...
A/N: I had those lyrics running in my head for the whole day, and I thought I could make something with them. If you have time check out the song, it's really good :)
PS: I don't celebrate it because I have no reason to, but for those who do, happy Valentine's Day. Dark Alucard fluff, what best way to commemorate it? XD
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