Author's Note: In English class, we were asked to write a parody of Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven. I decided to do mine on the scene where Beckett gets shot, from Castle's perceptive.
Once upon a dead man's service, while I walked, forlorn, nervous,
Carrying the body of a man who did more than I had thought.
While I listened to her talk, I looked at faces filled with shock.
None of them to unlock, unlock the secrets we once sought.
His mistakes to never supress all the things that he had taught.
Not yet knowing she'd be shot.
I saw something in the distance, at first doubting its existence.
As she spoke words of great importance, I hoped I'd imagined that tiny dot.
And then it became so much clearer, as though I could almost see her shooter.
I could tell he was to pull the trigger, trigger something I could not stop.
Lunging at her to save her life, hoping neither would get caught.
I scream her name as she was shot.
Oh and how my heart did pound, looking at her body on the ground.
Pleading for her to stay alive, this time I can't rewrite the plot.
And as the life drains for her face, I know this is about her mother's case.
And I whispered "I love you Kate," because this could be the last chance I've got.
There were too many times I should have told her, not given it a second thought.
The one I love has been shot.