It's a theme!

[eliyes]

Some people would rather live the false life they were given so long ago than return to some "true" identity that leaves them lobotomized. Live and die as a warrior lord. Selena, in the end, was the product of Allen's desires to have his sister back. Lord Dilandau died that day. Perhaps it was a mercy. Perhaps it was even his will.

And, after that randomly purple bit of exposition, I give you some lyrics which just now are striking me as somehow Dilandau appropriate:

Falcon In The Dive

Hunt for this man
Comb the city, every street, every grate
You put a guard at every gate
Drag him out, shout the moment that you find him!
Damn!
Knock in the doors, lock up the city
Track him down through this town
And be quick about it now!
How the devil do I ever prevail when I'm only a man?
But I'll never be duped by this scurrilous phantom again

I wasn't born to walk on water
I wasn't born to sack and slaughter
But on my soul, I wasn't born
To stoop, to scorn, and knuckle under
A man can learn to steal some thunder
A man can learn to work some wonder
But when the gauntlet's down,
It's time to rise and climb the sky
And soon the moon will smoulder
And the winds will drive
Yes, a man grows older but his soul remains alive
All those tremulous stars still glitter
I will survive!
Let my heart grow colder and as bitter
As a falcon in the dive

There was a dream, a dying ember
There was a dream, I don't remember
But I will resurrect that dream
Though rivers stream and hills grow steeper
For here in hell where life gets cheaper
Oh, here in hell the blood runs deeper
And when the final duel is near
I'll lift my spear and fly
Piercing into the sky and higher
And the strong will thrive
Yes, the weak will cower
While the fittest will survive
If we wait for the darkest hour
Till we spring alive
Then with claws of fire, we devour
Like a falcon in the dive

These are the days! Yes!
Days of glory, days of rage, and the dream
And the dream of Paris preys on my bones
Gnawing night and day and clawing through my brain and
No, never kneel! Never bend!
Rend him to bits! Bite!
Oh, the beauty of the fight
I'm not a man to hunger for blood,
But the spirit can cry
To be younger and fiercer and fly
Piercing into the sky and higher
And the strong will thrive
Yes, the weak will cower
While the fittest will survive
If we wait for the darkest hour
Till we spring alive
Then with claws of fire, we devour
Like a falcon in the dive

Sung by by Chauvelin in The Scarlet Pimpernel: The New Musical Adventure, aka the Pimpernel musical. Wanna download it?

Comments

[kiffie.livejournal.com]

Very much like I would say to Chauvelin -- "Do you MEAN to look like Dracula, or is it just coincidence?" XD