my first poetry book,
welcome to my universe between travels, memories , where the time has stopped and the dreams can come true
Poetrybook is ended , the poems coming are bonus
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II) - Louis 17: the temple prison (1792-1795)
It is raining At the temple tower The prison of grief Where Louis died
The Unknown Prince Promised to a future of blood He lived through the French storm And saw the lily slain
Alone, surrounded by darkness Abused by the guards Victim of his parents' mistakes And having lost everything
He ceased to exist A shadow in the wind A dying rose Forgotten by all
Her tears were falling He thought of happy memories And regretted that his life Was stolen by war
Louis, the martyr Of the French revolution Had to die 'Cause he was innocent
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III) - Napoleon (1795-1815):
A man riding a horse Galloping across the plains Steering wheel with wings He observes the landscape
A fearless general A great conqueror A lion leading his army Towards the next victory
They called him “Hero” His name was Napoleon He ended the Revolution And conquered the Continent
He was the Throne And the arms of France Conqueror of his enemies Help from the Austerlitz sun
He sacrificed his life Leaving us a future of light Erasing our minds And opening our eyes
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IV) - Freedom
The Revolution full of ideas Napoleon is exiled They have been tamed The Restoration is born
Romantics full of pain Want better days Government problems Show the dying monarchy
The alleys of Paris are in ruins. The city is fighting with fire and blood, covered with a cloud of thick black smoke. The buildings are in flames. The people run, shout, protest: He is ready to die. Bodies cover the streets, and the dead never end. A clamor rises:
"Until the blood we will fight Because our freedoms we want Fierce soldiers let's go Freedom we save "
Perched on a barricade, a light guides the people in battle. She bursts like a star is Marianne, our freedom. At his side, a little boy, worthy of Napoleon, encourages them. He's a little big soul. Gun in hand, the people are ready for anything.
They will fight to the blood for their freedom.
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