by Lenna » Sun Jan 08, 2012 8:21 am
New Zealand smiled and nodded, examined Michigan, pleased with her handiwork. "Michigan, how bad is the one on your neck?" she asked, hoping for permission to bandage it as well- it would put her mind at ease, at least.
Francis smiled a little and slumped back in his seat with a sigh. "Tu as des bon amis, Denny." he murmured, looking from Norway, to the casket, then finally up to the ceiling above his head. "Rest well, mon ami." He paused, then looked at Jay. "I am glad you came, mon ami."
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.~