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~