Remember him

He was the man who seemed impossible.

The man considered out of this world,

Quite literally and figuratively.

The man who observed,

The man who knew everything.

He was the man people were jealous of,

Too outstanding for them to believe in.

The man who I befriended,

The man who brightened my days,

The man who I came to admire,

For he was like no other.

He was the man who played the violin,

Claiming that it helped him think.

He was the man who would go crazy,

For only to stop his boredom.

He was the man who rarely laughed,

These moments treasured forever in my heart

For indeed they were his last.

The same man that is now dead,

Branded forever as a fraud.

The man who would conquer the world,

Or so they were foretold.

Turned out he was just ordinary,

A deceit, a cheat, a fraud.

Lies…They were all lies,

Though not to them and the world.

Remember Him.

He was not a fraud,

He was not a criminal,

He was the opposite.

He was the world’s only consulting detective,

Sherlock Holmes.