The promised reading’s over now
I made it through the book
The pages countless marched in step
Along the sunny brook
Descriptions made loquacious form
Geographies as well
From blasted in the sea
To calmer garden dell
Napoleon would come and go
The revolution failed
Yet there was one, who left to die
Would choose once more to sail
To take his vengeance from the ones
Who stole his liberty
To act as messenger of God
And work divinity
But projects of that scope and scale
Can risk a frightful turn
And even righteous anger might
Be poisoned in its burn