Disclaimer: I don't own, did not invent, and am in no way profiting from (except in a non-material, life-enrichment kind of way) either CSI: Miami or the ballade, which was invented by French minstrels, and is not as difficult a form as I first thought. It's actually pretty fun, I think.
Spoilers: "Out of Time," "Bolt Action," "Delko for the Defense," and "In the Wind."
Ballade of Paramour Tergiversation
The doubts began on that disconsolate moor
As Eric wandered lost in desolation
While H and Calleigh searched the marshes for
Any hopeful sign or indication
To give them some direction, adumbration,
Like the bloody jacket Eric wore.
To Calleigh's smile this was obliteration;
It's not going to happen anymore.
As Eric lay at death's indifferent door,
Recalled in dream or fevered rumination
First sight of face he would someday adore.
But once awake, cruel fate dealt separation
When IAB commenced investigation,
And they who once were lovers, now unsure.
As if a term of reconciliation,
It's not going to happen anymore.
He sought for solace on a distant shore,
Left her heart in aching undulation.
"Return to me" its lonely beats implore.
Their reunion found no alteration
In their love and easy conversation,
And, time again, that pleasure they forswore.
But still that insincere reiteration:
"It's not going to happen anymore."
Prince, my hero, darling delectation,
Let us be just as we were before.
Dispense with this pretentious abnegation.
It's not going to happen anymore.
