I have often wondered what Fleur-De-Lys said to Phoebus, after witnessing Esmeralda's hanging.

This one took me a while to write, as it is dedicated to a dear friend of mine, who passed away last year. NO FLAMES ALLOWED!!! Basically, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

You are handsome. There is no question in that, at least, I have never had to question that. There are few things that I have not questioned until now.

Until now, I have never questioned where you have been, or who you have been with. I have never, until now, had a reason for doing so. You are here with me…you are here, yes. But where were you yesterday, the day before? Where will you be tomorrow, a month from now? Have you been with her, have you been with others? If you have, do not tell me. No, just continue to lie. That is obviously something you are good at.

I wonder, sometimes, whether or not I should just walk away and let some other pitiful fool of a girl claim you. But, no, you have already been claimed time and time again by them. There must be some hidden charm in filth, some diamond beneath the excrement, something I can never give you. Perhaps they should begin to pay you.

I am no harlot. I can certainly not compete with that little whore, who now begs for you in whispers and sobs. She looks up at you, as though you are god come to save her. She looks up at you, she knows you. You stand here, searching for an answer, searching for another lie. I see the frustration on your face, and wonder, if it were me down there would you rush to my side? No, that is not what I meant. No, that would be the same as saying she and I are the same. And we are not! She was tossed up to earth from the fires below, with soot upon her brow, swaying her hips to entice all good men. Answer me this. Did you go to her willingly, or did she hold her knife to your throat? I see the answer plainly on your face. You need not answer.

I am no harlot. You can not just pay me for one night, and then leave the next day. There is a reason that I am up here, and she is down there. Her choices, her actions led her there. She is not even worth the dust on my shoes to save. Tell me, when you hold me, do you think of them? Do you think of her? Save her, and all you will ever have is what I have now; someone who will only for their own pleasure.

Have you ever told me the truth?

What did you promise her? Were they the same things you promised me? Are she and I equal in your eyes?

Now, we both know exactly what kind of man you are. You are handsome, no more, no less.