DragonKilgharrah

How strange the days and months fly Without the routine changes at all How strange can the word "die" Hold the routine in thrall How this room with a single office Can make one cold and shivery How this air as chilling as ice Was once warm as an eau-de-vie And this absence is just as bitter As the water of the Seine river Where the pier's wall so abrupt Hides a gendarme too corrupt One guardsman of the City of Light Was plunged into an endless night Since he found a hat on a bridge And a baton broken on a ridge And in the night that claimed him so The gendarme felt what he should know Was to join his master To live in a doubtful peace eve