A/N: No aspect of Sherlock BBC belongs to me
Wishing MapleleafCameo a very Happy Birthday:-)
Events of the third series...from the point of view of Mary
Oh Mary...part four
Oh Mary...not my childhood name,
Now lost, destroyed, deleted;
So many names have come and gone,
Cast off, like foes defeated.
I thought, at last, I might break free
Of all I've done which haunted me,
But such things are not easily
Now lost, destroyed, deleted.
~0~
Oh Mary...I must learn to live
With deeds and consequences;
To face my past and step by step
Mend torn and broken fences.
Alas, my new identity
Did not provide a guarantee
Of safety, or deal guiltlessly
With deeds and consequences.
~0~
Oh Mary...There was no intent;
I fell so hard, so deeply.
A slight and gentle work romance
Ascended much more steeply.
No thoughts of fate nor destiny;
A chat, a drink, good company
And then, quite unexpectedly,
I fell so hard, so deeply.
~0~
Oh Mary...time with John was full
Of joyful expectation;
Engagement, and a wedding planned,
Such cause for celebration.
But then, a text sent cryptically
Put all my hopes in jeopardy;
My past now made a mockery
Of joyful expectation.
~0~
Oh Mary...John was safe, and yet
A growing apprehension
Now marred each day, a shadow loomed;
A creeping, shifting tension.
I carried on, apparently
Engrossed in wedding frippery
And tried to banish ruthlessly
A growing apprehension.
~0~
Oh Mary...on my wedding day
Such mixed intense emotion;
Our wedding rings and wedding vows
Proclaiming our devotion,
A best man we'd not dreamed could be,
A telegram quite callously
Intruding on the revelry;
Such mixed, intense emotion.
~0~
Oh Mary...what of steadfast friends?
That dreadful confrontation?
The choice that I was forced to make
To keep John's dedication.
I played with lives so recklessly
Relied on Sherlock's loyalty;
Risked murder, undeniably...
That dreadful confrontation.
~0~
Oh Mary...after all I've done,
The shadows might be fading
A chance to show what's underneath
The lies and masquerading.
John's reconciled, quite selflessly
To what my hidden past might be;
Accepting every part of me.
The shadows might be fading.
~0~