A/N: I have written a lot of free verse poetry for the Sherlock Holmes fandom, but never for the Les Miserables fandom. I hope this is any good. Please no flames.
June 6, 1832
It's complicated.
They are making history,
Out of a rivalry between brothers,
Both with unbreakable wills.
Is it an obsession?
Perhaps, but it won't last for eternity.
The gates of Hell will open soon.
There will be death.
Their patience is running thin.
It is midnight.
Shadows are cast across the battlefield.
They are in a summer haze of passion,
But they are only human,
Searching for a place to belong.
The battle is not to their advantage.
Breakfast time arrives.
The echoes of the drums reverberate off the barricade
Falling and breaking,
Now they're picking up the pieces
A gunshot resounds.
God is in possession of their souls.
Soon comes Twilight
They're getting nowhere and nothing
No answers to their unuttered questions
Lost innocence
Simplicity was interrupted by reality.
No acceptance for their ideals
Their enthusiasm for the grand game is lost.
Their friendship lasted for as long as possible,
No happy endings.
"Following the light of the sun,
we left the old world."
–Christopher Columbus