Because of Sherlock Holmes

The game is afoot! A cry is heard

Why do we turn at the sound of the word?

Because for us, it is always

1895.

Because of a simpler, harder, yet more dignified age,

Because of 221B Baker Street – his center stage,

Because of the post, knife-pinned to his mantel,

Because of the Persian slipper stuffed with shag.

Because of gaslight, fog, and the seventeen steps,

Because of three-pipe problems and inspected footsteps.

Because of the great hiatus and triumphant return,

To the world, and to his one friend John Watson.

Because he was never born, he never will die,

And that's why it's always

1895.