There was no real love
But there was a common trait.
They were both survivors.
She was born in the scorch,
Trained to live on sand,
While he had everything.
She was manipulated by revenge,
Which they both shared,
Him avenging his lover,
She avenging her country and family.
They say opposites attract,
But there was nothing opposite about them,
Born to attack.
She was as mysterious as him,
Sly and slim,
Finding her way into the dirty work.
He was more bold,
Standing out for his looks,
His unmistakable eyes and voice,
The ones that were in the wanted record books.
She was a fighter,
Skilled and strong,
But with him she achieved her life-long desire,
And for the storm he walked through fire.
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PoetryPoems accompanying my James Bond story: Casino Royale Vesper Lynd, and other Bond films/books. Most of them revolve around Bond's narrative. Feel free to request one for a specific character or film era (aka Casino Royale, Skyfall, Quantum of Solace...
