today's the day the whole world catches fire
-—the iceman, the virgin, and the spider, all wrapped up in one neat little package. / a character study in the form of a freeverse.
{the iceman}
little mr. mycroft holmes
all frigidity and frost and he's a bit of a glacier,
dontcha think?
he's all p r i m & p r o p e r
- and god save the queen, oh lord -
with his fancy little job with tea and crumpets and suits
he's mystery and an enigma
s-o-r-t of like the p-en-r-os-e steps, i guess
a p/a/r/a/d/o/x - that is -
couldn't he show a l_i_t_t_l_e love, you wonder?
couldn't he be a little s.w.e.e.t?
the answer, my dear, is
no no no
didn't you hear?
everyone important to mycroft gets
o hurthurthurt o
there's a reason he's the iceman, after all
[the virgin]
also known as [the sociopath] [the consulting detective]
the man reliably informed that he doesn't have a heart
\ nottruenottrue but you can kid yourself all you want, mr. holmes the younger /
after all,
what's all that intelligence worth if you've got
pesky little emotions
to get in the way?
shall we focus on his insults
\ the way he turns those frowns deeper and makes people feel sososo inferior /
or perhaps his intellect
\ it really isn't important - the earth going 'round the sun /
or maybe the fact that
no matter how hard he tries, he always ends up caring
and caring always makes a holmes hurt
|the spider|
sitting prettily up in his web
making all those creations - pretty things, white things, deadly things -
laughing as the insects dance his dance
he controls it all |the spider|
makes people who |laugh| at him |stop laughing|
he likes to think he's above it a/l/l
|the getting his hands dirtyyy|
|the ordinary people|
|feelings|
- but he's not -
|james moriarty has killed and loved and hurt|
- just like everyone else -