It was a beautiful old house
Adorned with flowers and the odd flying bee
Leaves fell as I drove up the driveway
It was as picturesque as my eyes could see
Grass rolled down the banks
A gust of wind made the trees sway
The gardener gave me a curious smile
And his teeth showed neglecting decay
If he knew my full occupation
I bet he wouldn't be so polite
As I was a Scotland Yard detective
Investigating a ****** that happened in the night
The lady of the house opened the door
And her look was a sorrowful one
'Would you like some tea?', she asked
But I said just no as I wanted to crack on
I asked a series of questions
Then spoke with all the staff
They were still shocked about the ******
About the deadman found in the bath
After a tense and lengthy investigation
It seemed that it was jealous revenge
The culprit was a young servant
After discovering an affair he had to avenge
I won't forget the manor
And the beautiful falling leaves
Just a pity it wasn't a nice visit
That left misery as a family grieves

I sneak into the Capsule
Carefully and without sound
And enter the glowing niche
When nobody is around
I'm transported back in time
Away from 2190 where I dwell
And I see what life was like
On my planet before it fell
I see Dinosaurs and cavemen
Then Vikings and the plague
Caesar and the moon landings
Which look blurred and very vague
A Great Wall being built
While another one comes down
A fair maiden holding a torch
Above her elegant crown
Two wars that spanned the world
And two towers that fell so quickly
The reason for this happening
Leaves me cold and feeling sickly
And as the images start to flicker
I manage to see two more things
A princess who died so tragically
Then a bluebird as she's sings
I leave the capsule drained
Due to the overload on my brain
Tired but thankful for tomorrow
When I will view my past again

I slowly open the window
And the air breezes in
A world I love to know
Now starts to begin

On the street I see the people
What stories they can tell
In the distance rises the steeple
Where the choir sings so well

To the left I see the paper shop
Mr Johnson has kept it ticking over
He sells anything from eggs to a mop
Just him and his dog named Rover

And to the right is the book store
Where literature springs to view
The day you open the door
Is the day you learn something new

Finally across the street from me
Is the pub named 'The Old Bell'
You should see the sights that I see
And the stories I too could tell

I snook through the window and settled on the floor
A cold icy draft floated under the door
Footsteps walked above me and voices talked in the night
Fear became my ally as I anticipated a fright
I edged to the stairs and climbed them one by one
It appeared the ghosts of yesterday wanted me gone
On a dark landing a light shone up ahead
The reality of seeing spooks was filling me with dread
I creaked open the door and the light illuminated my eyes
Rumours say unhappiness means the spirit never dies
The room was cold and empty as dust hung in the air
These phantoms were playing games and I was trapped in their lair
Walking to the stairs my chest began to feel tight
At the bottom of the stairwell stood a girl all in white
I woke on the garden lawn wriggling in pain
From that day onwards I was never the same again

Sat on the pew as a boy
My hand brushed the formica underneath
Holding the hymn book like it was a toy
I bit it with my small stubbly teeth
Mother tapped me forcefully on the shoulder
And I shirked at her disapproving frown
It's only now as I become a lot older
That I realise I was behaving like a clown
The priest in all his glory spoke high from the holy table
And I yawned as my father gave me a look
Whispering to my mother ‘the boys unstable’
His bony fingers took away the heavy book
The old lady started playing the tune
So we all stood to sing a hymn
Hoping the droning would finish soon
I thought should I sing but the chances were slim
The old lady with a wrinkly grin
Waved the collection tin in my face
Mother passed some coins that I dropped in
And then we left the cold hallowed place

We sit upon it wearily
A blue sphere dying in space
Listen to what nature is telling us
Death is inevitable to the human race
Plants that release our life source
Struggle and feel the strain
As heat engulfs their being
But nobody feels that pain
The clouds that form above us
Are breaking day by day
The hole is getting bigger
Ignorance is paving its way
As rivers start to become deserts
Sister Mars is showing us our fate
We have to change our thinking
Before desolation is served on a plate
Green house effects our being
The sphere is imploding from inside
When the Earth and the Air are rotting
We have nowhere left to hide

Across the water she sits so proud
With a moat made of clear blue sea
And as darkness engulfs the cloud
She looks magnificent and free
The ghosts of centuries gone by
Return to their rightful abode
They form shadows when they die
As they re-enact the days of old
Locals still like to tell the stories
Of the King who isn't at peace
Trying to find his past glories
Not realising he's long deceased
And the jester who's clowns around
With a laugh that's somehow hypnotic
He slipped in the rocks and drown
In a time when his life was chaotic
When the sun rises from the waves
It brings tourists wanting to know
Of the history this beauty now saves
As its legend continues to grow