a/n: a 60 word poem based on "The Adventure of the Three Garridebs".
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Bullet
Two gun shots heard,
Two bullets fly,
Our shock is plain.
A hit;
A fiery poker's heat,
And searing pain.
~0~
A crash,
As gun
Impacts with head;
Strong arms appear.
A mask
Slips down
As eyes
Reveal
Deep love
And fear.
~0~
A bullet wound,
I know,
Can cause
A fatal fall;
But one which thus
Illuminates
Is worth it all.
~0~
