In The Name Of Justice

by Nokturnal Augury

A poem that's silly, short and all about L. I thought I might as well post it, since he rocks even if this poem doesn't.

Slender fingers

a spider's caress.

A mess of dark hair.

Haven't slept for days.

Knees drawn close,

clad in simple dress,

obsidian eyes

working out of the maze.

Sugar cubes,

a crooked column of white.

A cup of tea

while he plays the game.

Mad assumptions

always proven right.

Yet another case

solved in Justice's name.

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9/9/07