From Mrs. Pencil: A walk in the park turns sinister.

I'm hardly a poet, but your poems inspired me to at least give it one go!

'Twas an evening most peaceful and fair,

The stars beaming down from the sky,

When two lovers were caught unaware,

Victims of scheming most sly.

To the park, cried the Doctor, all smiles and charm,

And his dear found she could not refuse.

So into the park, with her hand on his arm,

They traveled and talked to amuse.

The colors of fall dress'd the park in its best,

Bright reds and deep golds all aglow,

The lovers strolled slowly at Watson's behest:

A last jaunt before falling of snow.

They came to a pause at the side of the pond,

Speaking in voices quite hushed.

For of one another they'd grown rather fond.

(At times, they had even blushed.)

Just as they turned, to their homes to depart,
A dark figure burst from the trees.

He aimed a revolver at John Watson's heart,

Deaf to all Mary's pleas.

Watson's heart raced, his thoughts going fast,

For his own revolver lay at home.

Should his neglect make this evening their last,

How could he ever atone?

The man pulled the trigger, but no bullet struck.

Instead, he fell to the ground.

Sherlock Holmes, by some strange luck,

Had performed a feat to astound.

They tied the man up, dragged him off to the Yard,

After which Watson thought to inquire.

Holmes found the answer to be a bit hard,

And with each word he grew ever shyer.

After the couple, he'd snuck through the night,

To cause chaos and disarray.

(The thought of aloneness struck him with fright,

Though this Holmes never would say.)

His plan left in shambles, the Detective sighed,

Finding his offense to be grave.

But the couple protested, and firmly cried,

"You are the reason we were saved!"

"Whatever the motive you had at the start,

You got it all right in the end.

We know, Sherlock Holmes, that you've got a good heart,

And you'll always be our dear friend."

So the three left together, traveling as one,

And the night air was sweeter to smell.

For no matter the trouble that comes in the run,

If friends go side by side, all is well.