AN- another depressing poem thing. (Nimphidelle stop reading the Sherlock poems they will make no sense.) hope you all enjoy.
We thought we were immortal
(We survived so much)
We thought that we would never die.
(We had no reason to think otherwise)
John had survived the war, being shot at, being shot, and the two years without Sherlock.
(Immortals)
Sherlock survived a leap off a hospital roof, a confrontation with the worlds only consulting criminal, and a shot to the chest.
(We could be immortals)
They never thought it would end like this,
(All bloody and dark)
Lying in the streets of London,
(I hope Lestrade can solve this one)
Dead as can be.
(Lonely)
Now they sat side by side in matching coffins.
(Immortals)
Buried in matching graves.
(Ashes, ashes)
Side by side for eternity.
(We all fall down)