Who is a killer that hunts within a crowd? One that murders others in the streets that are so loud.
Who is one that can quietly navigate London streets? One that has won 4 times and has not been defeat.
Who carries deadly pills wherever they shall go? One who is sponsored by Sherlock's greatest foe.
Who tricks bystanders to play his little game? One who is blinded by his success and fame.
What a cabbie, that kills with his "voice." He forces his victims to make a deadly choice.
There are two bottles that contain two pills. One that saves and one that kills.
The four dead have chosen wrong. Sherlock tests his skills and tags along.
"Is this the good bottle?" the cabbie says, not at all shy. What he doesn't know is that he's about to die.
Not by bottle, not by his form of fun. But by the bullet that shot from John's army gun.
And there he lay, the bleeding, old cabbie. Who yelled out his sponsor, Moriarty.
Sherlock didn't know, and John didn't feel shame. For killing that man, began the Great Game.
