Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables
Eponine
I see the musket aimed at him, and
I place my hand over it.
A horrible pain
Goes through my hand,
Then through my back.
I fall to the ground,
Blood leaking out
From under me.
As I lay there,
Coughing and spitting up blood,
He comes by.
I call out to him feebly,
And he tries to help me.
As I lay dying in
His arms,
I confess all my secrets to him.
The last thing I feel
Before I die are his
Soft lips pressing down on
My forehead.