AN: Okay, I took down my first Sherlock fic because I decided I did not like it one bit. So now you've got this, I hope it's better. Anyway, R&R please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, that responsibility lies solely on Conan Doyle's shoulders.
My first care the following morning was,
to devise some means of discovering the man in the grey cloak.
- Adelbert von Chamisso
A Poem To Devise How Whence Happens
Eyes blinking, blinking.
Thoughts flitting, flitting.
Through the eye of a sociopath.
Eyes rush open,
Clues have remerged,
A mind of a sociopath reawakened.
A question,
An ignorance,
Those times are for later.
The actions dancing,
A time for patience has vanished.
Our sociopath has been summoned.
A case it was,
So easy it should be.
Then back to the boringness, it stalks has brain.
AN: Caps lock at the start of every sentence is deliberate.
~He Was My Best Friend And I'll Always Believe In Him~
TEOTP