Sherlock looked down son the streets below,
Said "John, don't be sad, please just let go,
I'm a fraud and a fake,
It's time for me to take,
My final bow,
Out of this place of sorrow,"
A gesture of love,
There will be no one to shove,
I fall for my friends,
It seems he suspends,
In the air for a time,
Distant church bells chime,
No! John yells,
The death is marked by the bells,
Sherlock has dropped
The landing zone to be mopped,
Of the blood senselessly spilled,
And promises unfulfilled,
John stands before his grave,
Wishing there was something he could do to save,
The man who gave him hope,
He hoped he cope,
Sherlock watched from afar,
Knowing John had come so far,
From the limping man just staying alive,
To a friendly soul, beginning to thrive,
Sherlock knew John would grieve and mourn,
And when they met, John would be sad and worn,
But Sherlock knew John,
Would forever carry on.
