When I stand before the mirror
to my horror
I find I have lost me
stares back at me
Sherlock
though I hate him
he warms up to me
takes me in his reins
morose eyes twinkly
gait sprightly
I become him
waken and in dream
memorizing his line
making his habits mine
like him I sprint
trails of footprint
and in all his fantasy
I'm no more me.
He scares
haunting in nightmares
one part
one heart
one role
He steals my soul.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
When I stand before the mirror
to my horror
I find I have lost me
stares back at me
Sherlock
though I hate him
he warms up to me
takes me in his reins
morose eyes twinkly
gait sprightly
I become him
waken and in dream
memorizing his line
making his habits mine
like him I sprint
trails of footprint
and in all his fantasy
I'm no more me.
He scares
haunting in nightmares
one part
one heart
one role
He steals my soul.
A tribute to Jeremy Brett who played Sherlock Holmes.
Jeremy once admitted "Holmes has become the dark side of the moon for me. He is moody and solitary and underneath I am really sociable and gregarious. It has all got too dangerous".
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