He put the fire out
and heard the embers scream
it was Vesper’s voice
that woke him from a dream
His charisma overwhelming
his skin hot to the touch
just by that he was deserving
of the prettiest of the bunch
Shot by his own already
they thought he had gone rogue
he cared not that much
for hurting was en vogue
The scars on his back
were souvenirs of Bond’s pain
hidden under three piece suits
that he wore with much disdain
Now he’s holding Thin Man
at the point of his own gun
what he’d do for king and country
he’s already done for fun
