A/N: So this one is a poem set during 'The Final Problem' and happens to be my second work around here. The stanzas may be thought of as dialogues but they are not and everything goes on in the brothers' respective mind palaces ;) Please do leave a review if you like my work and since I love writing poetry so if there is anything else you would like to read in a poetic form, feel free to suggest :)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the makers of Sherlock, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Stevan Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I own none of it.
DEAR BROTHER MINE
Oh brother mine, let's surf the seas,
Let me have my fill of harrowing thee.
The faith i instill, let it be,
For the sake of the affection that resides in me.
My clumsy fingers that trudge round the trigger,
With tiresome trembles, they lack the vigour.
Visual perception that fails me like ever,
On the verge of breaking, i feel my heart's hapless tremors.
Detracting my gaze to acknowledge the presence,
Of he who supplements thy life with essence,
The loyal doctor that is the life to your body,
Demeaning him makes me seem shoddy.
Mind-boggling mysteries and cracked up cases,
I have solved them all in well-thought phases.
Yet this one oh brother raises the hair on my hands,
If i hold on any longer, i might wet my pants!
Shoot me, oh dim-witted one,
Let me see if you're really bereft of the heart you shun.
Disprove me, for that is what is right,
For tears in your eyes bestow on me extreme fright.
Oh clever one, how do i choose?
One the brother, the other a friend, i can't afford to loose.
Maddening silences that deteriorate this further,
And this i am afraid, a merciless sacrificial altar.
Rivalry has always been a pleasure,
With you oh pathetic excuse for a brother,
Now do not grieve and waste time, you bloody idiot,
Come on now, put off the foreseen riot.
Just wait there you loud, lousy creature,
You replica of a hideous, screeching crow, a miniature,
Stop flashing that annoying, unattractive pout,
Let me think, i swear i'll figure it out.