Your shadow looms in the torchlight,
It’s a sleepless night
As you feel a shiver of glee down your spine
Navigating thrill and danger incarnadine.
Into a web of intrigue plunged,
And the mundane expunged,
You sift through facts and fancies,
Trying to put everything together in one clear piece.
You hurtle through arcane happenings
And try to dissipate the frequent red herrings,
Occasionally pausing, contemplative, reflective;
Being the divalent detective.
Suddenly, you perceive the solution,
Suddenly, the adventure’s done.
You close the book with a sense of satisfaction
Having honed your skills of deduction…