Sherlockian Poetry
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KS: Welcome to the next piece of Sherlockian Poetry! This one is in Watson's voice, and this is his lament for his wife and Holmes.
Enjoy.
O, Death,
Spare me this pain!
O, Heaven, take me away!
How can I greet another day
Without my darling love?
This world now holds nothing for me,
My friend, for justice, gone so long ago.
Now cruel fate, my mate, my soul,
Has taken.
Long do I wish that I could find
Some semblance of peace of mind,
But my thoughts ever do return
To those faces long ago burned
Deep in my memory.
How I long for ever to see,
You, my friend.
And you, my love.
Holmes.
Mary.
Please, come back to me.
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