by Lenna » Sun Jan 08, 2012 6:27 am
France nodded sadly and stood from his chair, walking over to the casket sadly. He looked down at his deceased friend and sighed, reaching into a pocket of his cape to reveal a solid gold goblet, encrusted with rubies. It was old, from the ears of pirates to be specific. He set in on the floor next to the casket. "We had some good times, mon ami. Je suis desole to see you gone so soon. Rest well, ami." he said, choking up and letting the tears fall free. He made his way back and sat in his seat next to Jay, the usually cheerful Frenchman covering his eyeswith one hand, a tear occasionally slipping silently through. He was to depressed to come up with a proper speech-in all his years, it was so very rare for a country to truely die.
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Lenna on Sun Jan 08, 2012 6:28 am, edited 1 time in total.
Here they talked of REVOLUTION.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they SANG about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
♠ ♠ ♠
From the table in the corner
They could see a world REBORN
And they rose with voices ringing
I can HEAR them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their LAST communion
On the lonely barricade at d a w n .~.Made by flight . thief.~