a/n:prompt from Sui Generis Paroxysm-Angels and Demons-
This veers in a slightly fluffy direction.
Thanks to Hades for a few ideas.
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
POV of Holmes then Watson then Holmes then Watson then Holmes
Angels and Demons
"An angel on a Christmas tree?
This really is too much!
I don't want yet another
Soft and sentimental touch!
There's holly by the cartload;
Mistletoe above the door.
I do not need a tree as well
To clutter up the floor!
What next? Some dancing paper fairies;
Strung along the wall?
I really don't want any
Festive frippery at all!"
~o~
"But, Holmes, I like the angel,
As does Mrs Hudson, too.
Regard her as a kindly spirit
Watching over you."
~o~
"Dear Watson, you appear to have
Abandoned reasoned thought
So far I've managed fine
Without such heavenly support.
Such stuff and nonsense! Why not
Put a demon there instead?
With cloven hooves and pointy tail,
And horns upon his head?"
~0~
"My friend, I see you're in
A rather disputatious mood.
There isn't any need to be
So arrogant and rude.
Consider, for a moment,
Some one else's point of view.
I've had a long and tiring day;
So, Holmes, good night to you!"
~0~
With that, the doctor glared and yawned,
Then climbed upstairs to bed.
Holmes smoked a while,
Then idly picked the angel up instead.
He thought of past adventure;
Long solved case and ancient crime.
And, most of all, the comrade
Who was with him, every time.
~0~
Break and enter? He'd be ready
With his tennis shoes and mask.
Stay in room with burning poison?
All he had to do was ask.
Hidden vigil by his bedside?
If required, he'd stand and wait.
Search for glowing hound on Dartmoor?
Not a chance he'd hesitate.
~0~
Holmes looked closely at the angel
Noticed harp and outstretched wings.
Of course, he had no time
For such unscientific things,
And clearly, guardian angels,
With a halo, seemed insane.
~0~
And yet… he could envisage one;
With Gladstone bag and cane.
~0~