Disclaimer: I do not own SH22 nor am I making any money from it. The only thing I own is this poem… and I'm not making any money off of that either. I wish I had money.
AN: Hello, This poem is from Lestrads perspective on Holmes's revivification and what perhaps she saw dance through his mind. I must warn you, usually I write the typical AB, AB, rhyming scheme and so this time I tried to do something a bit different. I want my poetry to have that mystic effect that befalls me when I read a good piece. So far, I'm just working on it though.
Oh yes, I would also like to mention that I have not seen the first episode of SH22. In fact the first time I saw the show was this morning. I couldn't help but think of what it must have been like for Holmes to adapt. Where would he find his cocaine now? JK!
Anyhow, I would also like to mention that Sherlock had grey eyes in the books and blue in the show so I reasoned that because this was in the SH22 section that it should fall under that canon.
Hope you all enjoy… my crappy poetry.
Puzzle of another Kind
Sometimes I think of what I saw.
Your eyes questioning regret?
Delusional gazes thrown to and fro,
I have oft wondered what it meant.
Reprimand yourself for sight?
Did you think this was another fight?
To learn new things in such a way,
A strange new world, all unknown,
Your blue eyes danced upon surreal
Not sure exactly what to say,
Not sure exactly how to feel.
The master changed and is no longer.
A different world from your last shore,
Are you not essential for the duty?
You think, you ask, "what for, what for?"
But what of which was left behind?
It is left in Sherlock's mind,
A puzzle of another kind…