Clinging to Honor, Hurtling to Death

by TheIbis2010

2nd installment of the 2nd trilogy. The insurgents are holed up at the barricades, complete in their belief for a new order and in their own integrity in their actions. They are certain they will be victorious. The forces that fight against them are confident in their defeat and will make sure they are punished. Unfortunately, they're right.

Clining to Honor, Hurtling to Death

At the word "Fire!", the ground shakes.

Trumpets sound and the earth quakes.

The Last Day has come; for Tyranny!

It was time for France and her people to be free!

Men made no speeches, they spoke no words.

They believed the pen was not mightier than the sword.

They left their quills and they grabbed their guns,

To Rue de la Chanvrerie they started to run.

They called themselves champions and masters,

But were really masters of none.

Soldier Faithful clashed with Soldier Rebel,

Fighting for the version that they got to tell.

But the rebels lost, the walls fell down,

Democracy lost to Monarchy's crown.

The rebels fought until their last breath,

Clinging to Honor, hurtling to Death.

And the last survivor, red of soul and gold of hair,

Dismissed his chance to be spared.

He fought till the end, when he at last collapsed,

With the banner of the barricade held in his grasp.