Hiya all! I was going to post this with a chapter but havent had time to complete the next chapter yet and thought I'd get this up since I got the 6 requested reviews in under three days! Hope you like it, it is rather abstract but it's what I think of with Sherlock.
Lots of love, BellaD
As a forest of ancient lay
with words sweet as song or rotting decay
eyes like pools of darkness when cast
in mournful shadows of his past
his stance strong as old tree roots
the hunter aims, shoots
with hair dark as freshly turned soil
from his lips most men recoil
pallor pale as swans down
upon his brow rests a deepening frown
a crimson flower blossoms from the white bird's chest
snowy feathers do not withstand this test
when through all virtue the arrow of life rips
drops of mortality pool sharp on his lips.
Hope you all liked it. PLEAAAASE review as I am a kinda/ish... okay VERY nervous updating this. I usualy don't share my poems. so andy reviews are loved. Oh and if someone thinks of a good title, I'm rather in need for one.Next proper chapter will be up before the end of the week.