A/N: I wrote this as I had finished reading The Vicomte de Bragelonne. The poem is original, but it's here because of D'Artagnan.

O

Lament for D'Artagnan

Dear friend,
greatest of us,
sly like a fox,
eyes sharp like hawk's.
You were the youngest,
but bravest of all,
had a great heart,
and two strong arms.
Fought with such talent,
rode like the wind,
you made wonders with sword in your hand.
But everyone has their time,
you fell and didn't rise,
God called you now to his eternal paradise,
you've gone to the others,
left this world for the nothers.
Now we say goodbye,
but if we die,
we will meet again with you, dear friend.

O