Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned.
Sherlock was a great man
his eyes so blue and bright
He knew many facts and figures
almost nothing passed his sight
Sherlock was a smart fellow
he reveled in crimes he found fun
but little did he know how soon
his precious games would be done
Oh Sherlock knew most everything
but one thing hid till the end
he knew most everything detached
but at last his heart did bend
Sherlock fell into a phase
he knew he could not run from…
so he shed his tears and let go of life
he fell into the gray
never again to be heard from
or so it is they say
Sherlock is a lie
Sherlock is a cheat
but John knows Sherlock better
and won't admit defeat
John visits the grave of the friend he knew so well
and wonders if he told the man enough
before the day he fell
John cries nearly every night
crippled once more in the flat
but if he had another shot
He'd kiss Sherlock- just like that.
Another shot, another dose
all he needs, all he knows
another drug, another high
one more note before he says goodbye
John is going, John can't breathe
John hears voices, but he's not listening
and as the word fades to black
John hears the voice and his eyes shoot open
"JOHN NO, I'VE COME BACK
STAY WITH ME, PLEASE FIGHT BACK
I KNOW I'VE MANY HORRID THINGS
BUT I NEED YOU JUST AS MUCH AS
YOU NEED ME. TAKE A CHANCE
FIGHT THE CURSE, EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE SO HURT.
LOVE ME ALIVE, OR CREEP TO DEATH,
EITHER WAY I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO.
JOHN PLEASE, I NEED YOU."
Before he has the chance to say a word
the numbness hits and he feels absurd
the tears do flow, the edges fade
all of his sights turn musky gray
Life is fading, he feels it go
before he's gone, he holds Holmes so close
one more chance to say the words
he never voiced, that were unheard
He said, "You're not an angel, but on the angel's side
a hero in these weary eyes. Please,
don't forget me, I love you so- but now
it's you who has to let go. This is no
joke nor a way to hide, I am dying,
but you'll be alright. Fight the crimes,
stay so strong, remember me Sherlock.
For now, so long."
And Sherlock held on oh so tight
screaming for the fight
begging John to stay
but John was already far away
John sprouted wings and began to fly
but before he left
he had one last goodbye
He looked into Sherlock's weary face
and saw within it darkened grace
he held him close and kissed his cheek
looking forward to when they next would meet
He flew to heaven and greeted God
wishing happiness for one small price
He said, "Lord I know it's not my place,
but save my angel from that place.
Make him remember the love I had
rather than the blood run from my lips."
Sherlock remembered everything
and as the blood ran cold, he began to sing
He sang, "John I love you, you'll never know.
I promise I won't let you go."
From there he slowly fell from grave
and into grace came to its place
He saw the murder and filled with glee
and his eyes once again began glistening
Without his doctor, he did heal
but in his heart he'd always feel
He knew the signs and knew the words
but in his mind he always heard
There was one voice
proclaiming brilliance,
a voice he'd come to know as dead.
Dead in reality, but so very much alive
because in Sherlock's mind palace
he was revived
Sherlock Holmes lived a short life
experiments caused him death through strive
Even as his face did pale,
chemicals turned to ale
He did not mind a single bit
knowing in death who he'd see through it
and at the door
the angel came
to greet him and his glorious fame
And at the door the angel came
and John Watson could be with Sherlock again.