Cyrano Poem Cyrano, like the skipper, was brave and sure. But this story, was not about a 3 hour tour. It is about a fearless man, with friends and foe galore. Who couldnt get Roxanne, the girl hed fallen for. He could speak to women like a Casanova but still the girls would just pass him over it was his nose that made him busted and left the females quite disgusted he was a kind man, caring and giving but people still starred, glaring or quivering he was known for his sword, but of course his nose too he was rarely insulted, unless by a fool or maybe Christian, testing his cool but he’d come quick with his comebacks, till their egos were blue he was challenged by hundreds, in sword fights but left his opponents shaking with fright but he wanted nothing more, than to be with Roxanne but he could not have her, she was taken by Christian he spoke for his buddy, to convey his love because Christian was pretty, but dumb as a slug he acted as though he was helping his friend but it was all part, of his master plan he would enlighten Roxanne, on his undying love while hiding behind, Christians nice mug but his plan went arry, during a bloody fight when Christian was killed, while in Roxannes sight cyrano couldnt tell her, that it was him who had written, so gracefully, all those beautiful things he would not make her suffer, any more than she had fore he knew that it would make her, even more sad he kept his great secret, for 15 more years all of the while, having no fears until he was hit, on the back of the head he was knocked unconscious, and then he was dead but before cyrano took his great dirt nap his vow of silence would finally snap he confessed to Roxanne all of his lies and then he died, while by her side.