What's the plan stan?

It wasn't until it all hit the fan,
That he awoke from his slumber of a plan.

As he saw his love in pain,
He felt true love come again.

The tears in his eyes, the look of his mate,
I wonder what he thinks of his fate.

What a horrible thing, we all gave a sigh,
For it isn't just him, it's for you and I.

To contemplate that life is short,
Whilst sipping on that expensive port.

It isn't until it all hits the fan,
That we realise nothing is meant to go to plan.

A Midsummer Night's Scream

All alone in the darkness they had all but each other,
Considering what notions might have to be parted.

Still we are not quite sure what could be done,
She proclaimed very loudly from afar.

Look at her sense of pride fall into a sweet demise,
As the mighty major creates the falling failure.

Each word like a dagger into the heart,
Considering each other for another.

The major yells while the soldier's shake,
A sense of fear born out of love.

Still quite doubtful of the sense of substance,
Each lay crying alone in darkness,
Keeping a sense of blame deep inside.