Hello all! This is a very experimental series of different kinds of poems all themed after Moriarty! Since poetry is my weak point I thought I would give it some work. Anyway there's a limerick, a free-verse, a recipe, and some advice.
As always I love hearing from anyone at any time! Feel free to leave a comment even if you just want to say hello!
I do not own dear old Jim or the Sherlock Universe! Please read and enjoy!
All That Encompasses James Moriarty
I. A Very Jim poem
Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
How much fun I shall have,
When I'm killing you.
-JM
II. Dear old Jim
"I OWN secrecy."
It always starts with boredom so tremendous,
So mournful,
That chaos in all its unpredictable forms is sure to follow,
A banner lit with blood and stained with tears close in tow.
"It's my only weakness."
A genius intellect that goes beyond fathomable heights,
Scraping and clawing,
Through the dull thrum of humanity.
"I am the king. And honey,"
On a whim he straps a bomb to his first catch,
And now,
He grins with a Cheshire cat smile,
All teeth and stripes,
There and not there all at once.
Waiting,
For fun of the game to start,
For the kill.
"You should see me in a crown."
Gold woven through locks of cropped brown,
His crown sits justly,
Cruelly winking at all the lesser,
Boring people,
On the side of the angels.
"Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain."
With all the grace of a well-mannered criminal he bows,
The lilt of his accent soothing,
As you feel the cold kiss of metal against your temple.
"Don't worry,"
He cheers gleefully,
They always die in the end.
"I won't kill you."
Not quite yet.
That would be boring.
"I will burn you."
But soon…
"I will burn…the heart out of you."
III. A Moriarty Limerick
Tick tock,
Goes the grand old clock.
Ding dong,
We won't have to wait long,
For the impending demise of Sherlock.
-JM
IV. Should You Like Your Own Jim
Follow this recipe (if you think you can handle it):
2 Dollops of genius
A twist of madness
A pinch of bitterness
A grave made of pure unbridled hatred
A dash of wickedness
A dumpster full of boredom
A teaspoon of playfulness
A gun for when times get tough
And a whole lot of mastermind thrown in the mix.
V. Some Advice
His name is James Moriarty.
And if you'd like some good advice: run.
Run and hide.
If you think that will help.