A/N: A GLOMP of epic proportions to all my reviewers...you are the BEST!! MUCH apologies for not having updated before...I'm not giving up on this ficcy!! ^^;;; So, anyway, here goes Jehan...being poetical and muse-y, even in the face of death. You gotta love how cute he is. ;D And just for the record, I've completely dispensed the 100-word rule. I just can't do it yet. x_x;; So 100-150 it is, with this one being one of the shorter ones. ; Enjoy!
~ Tomorrow is the Judgement Day ~
~ Jehan Prouvaire ~
Life is a song sung with the fairest medley of voices, a picture painted on canvas of the purest white, a tapestry woven by the purest skill. Life is a poem, an interweaving melody of words that not even the most skilled of poets could ever hope to copy.
However, there are those whose lives are bleak and cold. They have nothing to live for because their lives are so wretched. There is no spring in their step, no fire in their eyes...no hope in their lives.
That is why we fight tomorrow. That is why we face the jaws of death, where there is no poetry and beauty. And although I am afraid, that is why I must go. Because no one should have to face a life without hope.