The Brave and Wild Apollo

by Histoire de le Coeur

Yes, another Enjolras poem, that I wrote during my free time after a Reading final. I like it, and it gave me something to submit while suffering from writers' block. Hope you like it too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis, that's all Victor Hugo's.

Statue revolutionary, nicknamed Apollo

Leader and seeker of a better tomorrow

He aimed, shot, and killed with his carbine

I watched and wished he were mine

A tear trickled down his marble cheek

Who knew the Fearless Leader could leak

I heard him pronounce the name of his mistress

Fair Patria, under a chaotic distress

The bloody red flag fell at his feet

The same fatal end the barricade would meet

They stormed the shop, beating the squad

The drunkard awoke, finding this odd

Lazy Dionysus found his doomed friend

And yelled "Vive la Republique! I don't care if I'm dead."

The godly leader, my hero

Smiled once to mourn,

With those sweet virgin lips he'd used to scorn

As the two shook hands,

The guns fired "Pow!"

Neither one uttered an "Ow!"

With the barricade gone,

And so-called justice done

I sit, I gaze

At the smoky horizon

In the sun's golden rays

I see his valiant face

And remember:

He's helping me glide towards his brighter tomorrow

For he is the brave and wild Apollo.