Title: Red
Summary: A poem from Dilandau's POV. I found Dilandau to be one of the more interesting characters of
Escaflowne. His dual nature fluctuating between murdering pyromanic
and lost little child made him less of a villan and more of another tragic figure.
Characters: Dilandau
Warnings: If you haven't seen the whole series, don't read it.
Disclaimers: Escaflowne does not belong to me.
Red 04/12/01
A goblet of red wine
The colour of these eyes of mine
Red like the blood I have spilt
(Dead in my mind, I have no guilt)
Red like a rose, the memory of those
Who loved me until the end
Red as the sun as it sets in the East
How long can I pretend
I am this monsterous beast?
Red like fire and my desire
To end this war tonight
But deep inside I cannot hide
This ember of lust to fight
Rain, rain wash away the stain
And the red of the wound on my face
Rain, rain take away the pain
Return me to innocent grace
Red is my heart, now torn apart
Red is the armor I wear
Just let me know where I should go
Tell me there's someone who cares
Red like my fear, nobody's here
My past to me unknown
As I fall to my knees somebody please
Save me from being alone