First Poem published! :D
On FanFiction!
Hatred for their fellow brother replace the inhumane crowd's ideals.
Blood-crazed for another fill for their misguided souls.
The streets of Paris poured over with the crimson liquid, trying to escape the suffocation of her people.
By the hundreds, heads rolled towards the wicked in attempt to show them their wrongs.
The fear mangled people's very hearts, spies surrounded their families with a intense craving for more blood to be spilt.
Pairs herself cried for the dead and wicked alike, washing away the innocent blood that clung to her streets, while they screamed out in protest for their own vengeance.
As did the living, vengeance had turned into a excuse to see the streets dressed in crimson lace once again.
Vengeance is not what the wicked wanted, it was entertainment.
How disgraceful the french had come to be!
Was there naught one man who could save the innocent?
Ah! Yes.
The Scarlet Pimpernel.
We must never forget the bravest of us alike.
The one men who fought the guillotine even though he might have to pay for her lost with his own.
I know it's not a long poem at all, but I just read the book and this just poured out onto paper.
It might not be the best, but I love it. :]
-Thea