Thy My Redemption and Salvation (Dimitri's POV/Somewhere along in the middle of Last Sacrifice/

What could possibly be a cause for salvation and redemption?
Will it be the unfaithful winds; or possibly the caress of the sun?
Though my mind is lost; I prefer the rain and the crisp sound of dry leaves.
I remember my loved one's lips, like fire. Like the middle of summer.
Unbearable to withstand, though I've seen and felt worse.
Her quiet offer of redemption was tempting
And yet...redemption waits, served in rough winds and cold winters and middle of summers.
I seek to hear her speak, knowing no music will I hear, but rather the sound of leaves.
Her hair, a contrast. It flows, it glows, it is the moon, Selene.
Hath I ever seen beauty before,
I shall be reborn.
For I know, this little thing,
Is my redemption.
Though where is my salvation?
Alas, that has to wait.