A/N: Just a fun sonnet that I wrote for class. Enjoy! :)
The tall man stood upon the lonely roof,
His heart a tempo to the symphony
The psychopath was humming, so aloof
While lives were broken out of harmony.
James Moriarty smiled a wicked smile,
For now he knew his spider web was set.
John Watson stood below upon the tile,
And Sherlock now would wish they'd never met.
"For falling's just like flying, Sherly-dear.
For falling's just a game to you and me;
Together we will die today, right here.
Forever you'll be hated – don't you see?
So thank you, bless you, silly little con.
The game is on, my friend; the game is on."
