A/N: This was written last year and I just never got around to putting it up. This will more than likely be a one time thing. This is a brief coming off of hiatus. Let my know what you think of this.
Dear Mr. Holmes, what happened to you?
I call a one, you call a two.
The little dice roll to determine a win.
But once the cubes stop, it's almost a sin.
To fall is a complete and acceptable loss.
It's like the luck of a draw or the luck of a toss.
Some like how it ends, but others they fight.
Makes none of them wrong and none of them right.
Some still think you live, while others they grieve.
But after a while, all of them leave.
Your family stays right there in their beds.
While sweet times with you dance in their heads.
A fall to be certain, a shot to be sure,
The looks on their faces are almost too pure.
You think that you've won because I am gone.
But don't be too sure because it won't be too long.
When I am back for the finishing of the good deed,
It will seem like you have an almost large lead.
I am like a ghost, haunting your dreams,
While you lay there sleeping, releasing your screams.
Nightmares, Dear Holmes, are wonderful clips.
Like life is replaying in short little blips.
John Watson, you ask brings almost a smile.
You sure haven't talked about him in a while.
Scream for your brother while your skin tears.
Yell for your parents to protect from your scares.
No one is coming, no one for you.
I rolled a one, now all your worst nightmares are coming true.