The Great DetectiveA Poem by TheConjuringCatHe's quite a peculiar and eccentric man. To understand him, no one truly can. His deducing- he can't just turn it off. He reads everything- every glance and small cough. He's a detective though and through. He's a constant companion, loyal and true. He'd be a great criminal, if he set his mind to it. He's got the sarcastic humor, the razor sharp whit. The good doctor is really all he has now, Even if they do have the occasional row. He's the tall, lanky detective in the funny hat, But, oh my dear, he's so much more than that. He's a broken man, alone and afraid. His addictions are the only friends that have stayed. His family is ashamed- he knows it as truth. His little brain-attic has knowledge pouring out the roof- But he's so alone, so what good is it all? He knew- he knew- one day he would fall. He knows everything about you with a single glance. Against him, no one stands a chance. His shrinking world was becoming so bleak Until he moment he first heard that doctor speak. The smallish soldier brought joy into his life And for a moment, he can forget his strife. The good doctor has made a friend so dear Even though he's only known him for a short year. At night, he sits up alone, smoking his pipe, And wishing his sins away he could wipe. He passes the hours pouring over his tomes, But, ah well. So goes life for Mr. Sherlock Holmes. © 2012 TheConjuringCatAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 24, 2012 Last Updated on April 24, 2012 AuthorTheConjuringCatAsguardAboutThings you should know about me: I was a classical ballet dancer, but was forced to quit because of anorexia. I'm very artsy and love art and music. I'm Christian. I know English, Latin, America.. more..Writing
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