Family Before Friends

This is a story about a family that fell apart, then, after years of estrangement, managed to come back together.

Oldest:

He once was an innocent child,

Then, suddenly, he was not.

A song had been sung,

Evil had won,

And left his poor brain to rot.

He soon watched his sister be dragged away,

For what, he wished to forget.

He felt bloodied and dead,

But there was no red,

As proof of why he'd been upset,

He spent the next months and years after that,

Honing and training his mind.

So he could erase,

And leave not a trace,

Of that day, or anymore of it's kind.

Middle:

I once was happy and content,

Then I realized most good things were fake,

On the day he was found,

Lifeless and drowned,

Lying there on the shore of the lake.

My puppy with eyes as blue as my own,

And fur as red as a flame.

I'll never keep near,

Or hold someone as dear.

Without him I'll never be the same.

Youngest:

I was always a peculiar girl,

Or, at least, so I've been told.

I never knew pain,

No one thought me sane.

Then again, that word is quite bold.

But then came the day when they took me away,

For killing my brother's best friend.

An asylum, a cell,

Is where I will dwell,

Until my life comes to an end.

Middle:

Apparently, I have a sister.

How is it that I never knew?

I was cautious at first,

But my bubble was burst,

When she finally gave me a clue.

Youngest:

Why doesn't he understand it?

I had no one, I was on my own.

For his friend he left me,

His own family,

And, forever, I was all alone.

He would never, at all, let me join them.

He, not even once, let me play.

So with barely a noise,

Like I did with my toys,

I put his companion away.

Middle:

I once had a puppy named Redbeard.

I know, now, why this can't be true.

There was never a dog,

Lying dead on the bog.

That's what my father's allergic to.

Redbeard is really a nickname,

Of a boy who was once close to me.

With flaming red hair,

An impenetrable stare,

That's how "Redbeard" came to be.

We used to play "Pirates" together.

We'd splash, play, and fall in the pond.

Now the fire's gone out,

The sky filled with doubt,

For Victor, my friend, and our bond.

Youngest:

Memories are now coming back to him.

I can tell by the look in his eye.

But to save me from doom,

He must seek my room.

Get me down, I'm up way too high.

Middle:

She tells me to hurry and help her.

And,so, to her room I do race.

But, as I go,

Nothing can slow,

The tears that stream down my face.

Youngest:

I'm waiting in great trepidation.

Emotions are high, freshly dug.

When he opens the door,

He joins me on the floor,

And wraps me in a tight hug.

Middle:

I once was an innocent child,

But, now, I'm older and wise,

And with all that I've learned,

What might never be earned,

Is the trust that strengthens close ties.

My family's never been normal,

But, the bond is so clearly there.

Will it all be okay?

I'm not one to say.

But, we'll try our best and that's fair.


A.N. This is just a little poem I wrote after I watched the most recent season of Sherlock and was captivated. I have one or two more as well. If you guys would want me to post them, just lemme know! I hope you enjoyed!

-Blue