He finds her picture in the drawer

Surprised he kept it at any longer

Why does she belong with the women in his life

With their association he paid the price

The life of his wife was the most expensive of them all.

With the lost of her he began his fall

His descent into hell and bitter torment

The scars are bone deep and he loses sleep

Forgiveness is a luxury he doesn't deserve because he placed his trust in her

'Her' The devil with the green eyes and the most insidious smile

Whose words were the poisoned tipped arrow of betrayal

The depth of her savagery is more than a layer.

If he was Adam then she was Eve, also the poisonous snake meant to deceive

Terri was the Eden lost in the bargain because he was looking for a reprieve

For what he know naught that allowed himself to be used, where was his sieve

'Nina Myers' The name invokes deceit, horror and loathing that is well-deep

A yawning crevice that never seems to fill as if time has been standing still

If his gaze ever falls on her again he knows it is the end because he will kill with intent

Other times can be explained away without offense or necessary for his country defense

In his gut there is no apology neither is there regret

For the man he is turning into, He will accept the consequence

If only to let the memory of his Terri be without a mark or blemish

So Jack Bauer trudges onward, looking for a small ray of hope

He perceives it in his daughter who wears her mother's smile

She makes it seem all worthwhile that there is no reason to wile the time

Another is the darkness and nightmares that rebuke him in the night

When dawn breaks he is left with a reminder that life will not be right

As long as Nina Myers is still alive,

The good has not triumphed and his wife's soul will not see the light

until he assures the fates with retribution in the way of the might

His eyes catch his profile in the mirror; there is solid determination in their depths

He not a man who can be reasoned, to abandon his quest for revenge

He will wait with bated breath, the heart of vengeance hammering in his chest.

It curdles his gut with fiendish delight; time would be put to the test

Knowing her soul was restless to continue with their game of chess

The moment will come, very soon in future tense

When the perpetrator of the cutting wound would meet her much-deserving end

An ode to Nina Myers incase people have forgotten her. I still love her.