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A tall, lean, mysterious man
Very sharp cheekbones and beautiful curly, black hair
Rude with comments of his high intelligence to those that are less than
Passionately plays violin and composes with care
An arch enemy, convinced the world he is a fraud
Only three friends, all will die, unless he sacrifices his life for his enemy's story
Carefully stepping onto the ledge, heart pounding as death cawed
Waiting down below, a horrified witness to the end of his glory
For two long years, they mourned, wishing for one last miracle, "Don't be dead."
And back again, in masquerade, waiting to see the joy and surprise
Confused as anger rushed over those left behind, a punch did swing, harsh words were said
Feelings changed, happy to see each other again, behind them his demise
I have talked and talked and talked
Much to the dismay of my friends, I am SHERLOCKED.