Roses are red.
Sherlock's scarf blue.
I'm leaving a note.
Isn't that what people do?
The apple is rotten.
The tea is now cold.
"I owe you a fall"
To Sherlock, he told.
He fell to the ground
with his final goodbye.
The consulting detective
was going to die.
The angel had fallen.
The devil had too.
John Watson cried out
"I still believe in you"
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Random Sherlock Oneshots
Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
