Ephany was surprised but elated,
To see her husband home early from war,
He staggered in,
Exhausted and wounded,
But with a sweet subtle smile on his lips,
He took her in his arms,
And kissed her tenderly,

She had missed him so much,
That it pained her to break away from his warm embrace,
As she sat him down to dress his wounds,
He couldn't resist her soft touch,
That he had craved for so long,
So in quiet night,
The fire of passion consumed them,
Leaving them trembling in the wake of desire,

I’ve lived the dream, but the dream was dark
My eyes have been opened, by a bright spark
The spark in question, is ambition to thrive
Embers are memories, I won’t keep them alive
They will fade while the spark ignites hope
The flame is my passion, my passion to dream
Dreams that are light, not dark like the night.
This dream that I have, is all mapped out
A road map that shows that, I’m now on my way.
Thanks to the flame, I can now see the light
At the end of the tunnel, my life I will funnel

Inspector Shard
of Scotland Yard:
My god he's sharp,
by heavens, he's hard.

Solving crime before it's committed,
given the time, weather permitted.

Inspector Shard.
Always on guard.
Next time I see him
I'll get you his card.

laying restlessly on her cot
moaning, twisting and turning,
responding to an unseen threat
bathed in sweat, her body burning.

touching her shoulder
to wake her seemed prudent.
while crooning reassurance
from master to student.

while I bandaged her wounds I pondered
placing a cool cloth on her head,
it was the purest of luck, finding her
she had been injured and left for dead.