A/N: please refer to the first chapter.
A rather belated thank you to the excellent writer, kcs, who devised the 221B format in the first place
Many thanks to sagredo for suggestions,( which improved the flow of a couple of the verses considerably.) and continuing encouragement.
Sherlock and companions do not belong to me
A third 221B, this time from the POV of Mycroft.
Brother
Start at the centre;
The axis and hub,
His usual retreat;
The Diogenes Club.
Just pick any thread
Spinning out from this lair
And follow its path
Just as far as you dare.
Through every important
And national game
You will find that his thread's
Woven there just the same.
No vital decision
Nor government plan
Is made without ever
Consulting this man.
He controls every thread
With a well-practiced ease,
Aware he could bring
Many men to their knees.
He can pull on a thread
With no trouble at all
And any political figure
Could fall.
Or cutting a thread
Could produce an effect
Which leads to an outcome
No "experts" expect.
He instinctively weaves
All these threads on his own.
He's the power found lurking
Behind every throne.
And any significant movement
He'll track,
As down through those threads
Information flows back.
He thrives on predictable
Order and calm,
Avoiding all chaos
Or hint of alarm.
He's content to direct,
From serene isolation,
Events which impact
On the fate of the nation.
His pleasure is gained
From fine food and fine wine
And from watching how all of these threads
Intertwine.
Could anything rattle
His normal routine?
Disturb this precise
And well-ordered machine?
Yes, one man can tangle
These threads like no other.
That random, unstoppable factor;
His brother.
End
