Better The night-Mare There are nights On Which A night- Mare would Actually be Welcome. The lick of Flames, The sound of Wood Against Skin - Bruises Blooming Beneath clothing And the guns Talking. Better the night- Mare - At Least For a little While Neuro-chemistry Eases the ever Present Pain ...

Blood On The Stars There are Droplets Of Blood splattered Across the Stars of my Soul And my thoughts Are caught Entranced - Stolen. Lost like the Oblivion I Seek. It's hard to Rest in the Cold-dark Where the voices Are Quiet When the furnace Fire of Pain shines So Very bright And the shards Of a Dream Have torn My mind Apart.

Eyes Wide Open If I open my eyes, I see a new ghost every day. Some of them don't see me, They're trapped in patterns they Don't want to leave. But the others see me too clearly - A friend once told me That I built a bonfire on a battlefield A construct of guilt and faith and lit By honour.

#01 - Small Favours The red beret was never a good sign. She didn't get on particularly well with RMP officers (she understood why they existed, but to choose to set yourself against the rest of the service that way didn't sit right) and this Captain was one of her least favourite. "Captain Black." "Captain Avon. How nice to see you. May I ask you what dragged you out to our little corner of Hell?" The taller, dark haired woman (freckled and sunburnt) sighed. "I don't like the orders much more than you do Fee, but there was a crime committed. And you intimidate most of my lads, so here I am, and the faster I handle this the faster I can get out of here and leave you to your games. I need a translator, and you're the nearest thing we've got to one in this AOR." "Lady above. Which Kandak this time, Grace?" "You know which one. You even know who made the complaint." Fee closed her eyes. "Not the Jagrran that Sarah was complaining about?" "Give the EOD officer a cookie … can you do your job, Fee?" "Of course." "Then let's be about it."

Exit; Stage Left. One day, I Will just Walk onto the darkened stage And when the Music stops, Because I didn't dance, I'll take my bow, Apologise, And hope the judges Will allow me To exit, Stage right, with Dignity - Until then I'll dance across the Spot-lit stage Each time In the arms of Yet Another Ghost. And at the end, We'll bow together And he'll go right, While I return And exit, stage Left.