A/N:as per chapter one. Some thoughts regarding events in "the three Garridebs", so spoilers for that story.
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Hi, Spockologist! Poem as offered:)
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
A rondeau redouble.
POV of Watson.
Wounds
It was well worth a wound; it was worth many more
To witness what I'd never witness again.
A glimpse of the truth; so well hidden before;
A great heart existed, to match his great brain.
~o~
This reaction, I know, seems quite hard to explain.
An insight worth taking a bullet wound for?
What on Earth made me think, through the blood loss and pain;
It was well worth a wound; it was worth many more?
~o~
As an army physician, a veteran of war,
I have seen many wounds in each bloody campaign;
Yet I'd willingly suffer to see what I saw;
To witness what I'd never witness again.
~o~
His cold mask had slipped; his emotions were plain;
My wounding had shaken him right to his core.
Such depths of devotion his eyes could contain;
A glimpse of the truth; so well hidden before.
~o~
I suspect he'd regard his response as a flaw;
A crack in the image he strives to maintain.
But of course, he now knows I'm aware of the score;
A great heart existed, to match his great brain.
~o~
I can live with dark moods and the lure of cocaine;
And his skills in detection still keep me in awe.
His whims, quirks and foibles might drive me insane,
But there's one simple truth about which I am sure:
It was well worth a wound.
~o~
End
a/n 2:the rondeau redouble is a French form of verse. The 4 lines of the first verse end the middle 4 verses in turn and the first half of the opening line ends the final verse:)