||After the Barricades
by, Etienne Noret
Excuse me, Im looking for Enjolras.
Would you know where he might be?
You, pretty one, for Enjolras,
Him, you dont want to see.
Pardon me, sir, but I must see him,
For I have a message thats urgent to give.
Dont go in to see him now
Take it to someone who still wants to live.
The give this to him from his lady,
The one that he wanted to die for,
Tell him that she still loves him,
But that she wants nothing more.
Nothing more, pretty one?
She was all he had left.
Will she leave him like this.
Alone and bereft?
Leave him, yes. To spur men on,
He never needed her.
He is the angel now, you see.
Enjolras, the world remembers.