Grayson Favour

[Written with Matt Caliri’s ‘Chapter One’ contest in mind but too many verses (presuming that ‘three paragraphs’ also meant three stanzas)] * Grayson Favour, private detective Whenever the law of the land proves defective And somebody has to do something effective Grayson’s a man with a private objective Grayson Favour, a man on a mission Apprehends villains, that's his position The loss of his parents invoked that decision He now pursues gangsters without precondition Phenomenal wealth he inherited young He found the ‘right’ people to linger among Asked a few questions, turned over some stones Located the killers and buried their bones Community service or suspended sentence Even when vicious thugs bear no repentance Police, if they bother, might track them all down But then they’re released in the name of the crown Today Grayson Favour pays fullest attention To those who he’ll offer no legal detention He dwells in a secret facility that Would even impress the man often called ‘Bat’ These gadgets and gizmos and high powered tech Beyond any force with a state funded cheque Will aid in the hunt for the one they call ‘Raptor’ But that, my dear reader, will need its own chapter