Ode to the musketeers
Will we live to see France again? Will we live to see Spain? Will we live to venture forth on wide and open plains? To finish out our legacy as the greatest pair ever known, while dueling with every evil, emotion and phsyical clone. With flash of red and and swoop of green, and dash of a mournful tear, with an honest tie and brotherly bond, may we never have been known to be here. Might we pick up another on this long sought journey, either friend or turned out foe? Will we ever get to live a moment out of worry or woe? To arrive at the final standpoint, where all reality comes to a still, staring your venom in the face, thirsty for a kill. We're long hair bandits for all that is good, with heart beyond comprehension, watch us continue galiantly now with art exceeding invention. A separate force that ties us together that somehow keeps us alive. Still living through all these great misfortunes, dodging each stroke of the scythe. We live with a purpose, with the fury of kings, with a motto that beckons a call, let us take what we win, save what we love, all for one and one for all.