This man has killed me....Even so.

[gustave]

This is simply a collection of poetry that Gustave has written during his life. Any reference to happenings on the board past, future or present have no actual bearing on roleplay.

A Warriors Return

by

Gustave Desjardins

I have lived in a world that wraps cold fingers around my heart.
Lead by a man who who dragged me to light from the dark.
Napoleon, the great general was the man who brought me there
A master general both stern and fair.

I have returned now to find the world a changed place
Darkened doors and blackened skies and deathly stares
Were all that greeted me upon my return
Stones were thrown and names were called

I am an outlaw.
In a country I risked my life for
What do I call myself now?
Officer of the Law
Sargent responsible for war.

Schoolboys flock to the streets in search of glorious deaths
Martyrs file into lines, hide behind stairs.
Muskets in hands, they face my men.
Muskets in hands, they walk to their deaths.
They believe God is on their side.
And their God they will soon find.

Let God grant me strength to restore myself
To his heavenly embrace.
Let God grant me the strength to swear
That I will atone for my sins today in themselves.

I did not expect the warriors return.
Praise is all I now yearn.
For the work I do to protect the rich
For taking the bullet and digging the ditch
Of a trench for the bodies of friends to buried.
Who knows how many were married.

[amir]

Awesome ^_^

[gustave]

Rank and Lines

By

Gustave Desjardins

Rank after Rank and Line after line.
Faces are Blank but their memories are fine.
Death they have witnessed, sorrow they are home to
Veterans of many a long campaign.

I wish it now upon all of thee.
That death be quick and easy.
I wish it now on the ranks and lines
of men who are played with by childish minds!

A government that sends the ranks
that ignores the faces, for they are all blank.
Innocent men that once filled the lines
now broken and beaten....are slowly defined,
As veterans of too many campaigns.

Rank after Rank and Line After line.
Servants of men who are lacking in spine.
We face down the poor and the peasants today.
For we are the skittles thrown into the fray.

For we make up the ranks and it's our time to die.
Rally to me men. Form into lines.
Present muskets.
Attach Bayonets.
And struggle with our own flesh and blood.
Bound by the law to serve the oppressors.

We are the Ranks.
And we Are the lines.

[gustave]

See the Soldiers March.

By Newp

(Sung to the tune of "Do you hear the People sing?" )

Do you see the soldiers march?
marching the two-step of the law.
Boots are biting into the cobbles
bodies are left out in the straw.
Now that the beating of their hearts
Echoes the beating of their drums
Their lives are about to stop
before this night ends

Bar your windows to the shots
and hide your children in their beds
The rebels will be broken
and their bodies laced with lead

So hide from the Men
Who will save you again from the horde!

Do you see the soldiers march?
marching the two-step of the law.
Boots are biting into the cobbles
bodies are left out in the straw.
Now that the beating of their hearts
Echoes the beating of their drums
Their lives are about to stop.
Before this night ends.

Will you run out in the street.
be forced onto your knees
Will you take a solid beating
or will you lie through your back teeth.
We are the men.
Who will save you again from the Storm!

Do you see the soldiers march?
marching the two-step of the law.
Boots are biting into the cobbles
bodies are left out in the straw.
Now that the beating of their hearts
Echoes the beating of their drums
Their lives are about to stop.
Before this night ends.

[gustave]

Not something original, but worth listening to simply because of how beautiful it is.

[gustave]

Again I'm writing a song based off a Les Miserables classic, I hope you all don't hate on me for that fact. The lyrics are written to the tune of What have I done? or Valjean's Soliloquy

Gustave's Soliloquy

What have I seen?
My God what I have done?
Serving the very masters
I had seen undone
Have I sunk so low
And am I so old?
That all that is left is black and decayed?
The sobbing over brandy that nobody sees
A throbbing in my heart that threatens to seize!

Is there another way to fight?
Another way to escape the night
Have I lost my mind today?
I hope to God there's another way
Everything ceased to hold meaning for me
When I ran from a field of green
They cut me and shot me to death
Simply because I drew breath.

Yet here I still stand today.
Even though I've lost my way.
I try to fight like every other.
I've given my trust.
I've watched it smothered.
So why should I rise up today!?
How can such things be?
I will always be a killer.
In this world that's never wanted me.

Raise musket and bayonet!
Remember fallen friends!
This all I have wanted!
This is all, I won't mend!

I'm falling now beneath my burden
The eyes of dead men haunt me still.
I tried to fight on for my country.
The world I have known
Has warped and broke down.
I tried to save myself this night!
For out of fear!
I had lost my way again.
I wish there was some way to repent.

I am reaching, But I fall.
And the noise is harsh and ringing.
As I stare into the void
Into the darkness of my life.
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of pain and suffering.
Gustave died too long ago
On the fields of Waterloo....

[gustave]

Gustave's Suicide

-sighs through his nose and begins to sing-

I have murdered again.
I have butchered and broken and beaten the men
Who stalked me and left me for dead in the street
Does that make me right, does that make me wrong?
Will I answer for my sins, Will I pay for my crimes?
Will I allow myself a final respite?

I wish to God that I'd chosen differently
That I hadn't carried the fight on so savagely.
That I had simply abandoned the brawl
and instead stood tall
and remembered my place.

As an officer of the law
The Sargent responsible for war.

So please my Lord do not forget me.
For I have tried to be the best I can be.
I fought for my country
And I was left out in the cold.
The winter of Russia
Cannot compare to the pain of being old

For I am weary of killing
and tired of pain.
I am no longer willing
to fight on in vain.
Age has caught me faster.
Than any winter could.
God is no longer my master.
For I am no longer good.

...... -approaches the well and removes his bicorne hat, placing it on the ground next to him he places his medals on the floor...the wind blows and whistles and catches one of the medals taking it and sending it flying into the night-sky-

I stand atop a tower of my creation.
What have I become in twilight can my sins ever be forgotten?
Will I join my lady in her land up in the sky?
Or will I dropped down... to the fires burning bright.
As Heaven and Hell face me today.
Will I stand and face it, come what may?
Fear is the mind killer I was taught as a child...
Yet on this day I have become reviled.

As the breaker of the revolution
The master of the last solution.
The man who visited death upon the schoolboys.
So perhaps the reason I cannot face my heaven or my hell.
Is because there is no place for me
Except within this well...

-throws self into well and drowns-

[gustave]

An honor to serve. (Gustave's war)

By Newp.

I have placed myself above society.
A society I hold with contempt.
I face down criminals with glee.
For I will make my war on them.

Do not stray into my path.
Do not dare to face my wrath
I am a master of war
and I am the master of law.

I am kind and I am fair.
(glares at a beggar who looks down)
But who dares to hold my stare?!
Anybody who resists arrest.
Will be broken and pressed
Into the chain gangs.

(Gustave takes a momentary look around the square flanked by less burly officers he eyes men who look down as soon as he approaches, a child tugs on his shirt sleeve and the Sargent reaches into his purse and flicks the boy a coin)

But do not consider me your enemy.
Dear people I am here to serve.
It is the criminals I make war upon.
Who do not deserve my mercy or pity.
For they have forsaken.... the very society.
I have raised myself above!

(he ruffles the boy's hair and then begins to walk around, back upright perfectly straight, grey eyes scanning almost angrily before narrowing on a target a man sneaking something quickly into his pocket when Gustave approaches. He pins the man's hand against the wall)

Well sir what have we here?
That you were so quick to hide from me?
Do you not trust an officer of the law?
A man who would defend you till the death if needs be?

(Gustave squeezes the man's wrist with huge fingers the cracking of bone is heard and the man cries out and drops a small necklace on the floor)

Ahh... stolen goods... Ten years if I was to see.
That these were stolen yes indeed....
Perhaps they were not my friend
(Gustave looks at the man who looks back at him timidly)
Do not be afraid... your bones will mend.
And your necklace...
(Gustave retrieves it and drops it in the man's pocket)
Well I don't believe I even saw it....
Though I'd say to hide such riches from the law.
Or perhaps we'll kick in your door.
Then ten years is the sentence you'd receive.

(walking around the square and exchanging conversation with various people before moving back to the middle)

Though harsh I may be.
And perhaps I am not kind.
I will make my war on criminality.
Those who steal to survive
Will find that they are judged
with kind eyes.

Those that hurt the innocent.
Must find their God's repentance.
I will hear no lies.
For I have made my choices.
Choices have made me.
I am Gustave Desjardins.
And I will not be freed.

[msieurthernadier]

Thenardier. By Newp

I felt that Louis deserved a poem of his own so I wrote one <3

I sleep with one eye open
'Cause I only got one eye.
The other one my father took
for a simple act of crime.

I'd stolen a sum of money
from his pockets to pay for knives
He shouted Come Here Sonny
Let me tell you thieving ends lives.

He took my eye with a pop
and stuck the glass one in
for stealing from his shop he said
I shall pay for my stupid sin.

I'm the master of all I survey
Master with a knife they say.
I've cut and butchered a hundred men
Yet still I ask myself, "Why them?"

The men I have killed
I would kill again.
For stealing and robbing
And Me? Oh so vain

For I believed my father when he told me.
That a man of principles
Will always go so far to be.
Unbroken, unbeaten, unshackled by the will.

Of the Cops. Of The Church.
Of the Drink and the lurch.
I promised to my father I'd never lose myself
But it seems I've merely lost direction.

I got a gang.
I got a group.
I got a bunch
Who work for me as troops.
They follow all of my orders.
And they never lose sight of what's right.

To me what is right is my family.
My daughter Eponine, deserves a second glance
My daughter Azelma who knows how to dance.
I love them both with all of my heart.
The wife however is a bit of a tart.

I vowed I would never leave it to chance.
That I would secure the future.
For my roses of France.
So that is why I do what I do.
I keep up the fear.
And I turn the screws.

So do go ahead and judge me.
For being all that I can be.
With no education.
No solid foundation.
To become an honest man.

So I'll continue to strike fear into the hearts of men.
I will continue to murder again and again.
For the Street is my Street
And it's money is my money.
Just try to steal from me.
You won't find me laughing.
'Cause stealing.

Well. That, that just ain't funny.

[msieurthernadier]

A Man and His Clerk. (The Falcon and the Bear)

By Gustave Desjardins

I have served many a man.
All too wealthy for my taste.
Too fearful of blood and violence
Too round about the waste.
But listen here and listen good.
The latest man has served me good.
So he shall be immortalised in poem and song.
Though perhaps he lied.

For to me the man was a good man.
Though to others he was Satan incarnate.
I have tried to find fault in his actions.
But find that he is only serving a Republic.
Though one does not exist of late.
I find myself drawn to his fate.
For he is my Clerk.
and defend him I shall.

Till breath and life evacuates my body.
Till shot and knife is poured into my lungs.
I will fight on and on for my Clerk oh I shall.
For loyalty is a deadly thing.
A merciless pal.

For my friends I have been loyal to country and flag.
I have fallen for both without a second thought.
My Clerk would not allow my countries name to drag.
Through dirt and mud so I trust my efforts will not go to nought.

I will fight on till death if that's what he needs.
His intelligence and cunning and his daring deeds.
Will be what inspire men to believe.
In the tale of the Falcon.
and the tale of the Bear.

I was drawn from my lair.
To protect and to serve.
I did both to the best of my abilities Sir.
So when you question how the Clerk came to be harmed.
I imagine Sir, that it was part of the scheme.
For I kept my calm.
and he prevented harm.

So I cut us both free with a knife from my..errrrr.....

So let me tell you fair people of France.
That this Clerk he will lead us in a dangerous dance.
But let me assure you my friends and countrymen
He could lead me into the Lion's Den.
For he is the Falcon and I am the Bear.
Who would dare, to hold our stare.