Reichenbach Feels

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This is a poem about Reichenbach feels, which every Sherlockian has felt.

Submitted: May 27, 2017

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Submitted: May 27, 2017

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Our Reichenbach hero plummeted from the skies,

And it appears today is the day he dies.

 

His blood spills rapidly across the ground,

A great sorrow John Watson has found.

 

There’s pain in his voice, is this the end?

As he yells “Let me through, he’s my friend!”

 

Moriarty is vanquished, but at what a price?

For John has contemplated suicide thrice.

 

Sherlock was his world, his entire reason for being,

But now it seems all hope is fleeing.

 

For Sherlock rests beneath the ground,

And for John Watson grief is circling around.

 

He’s buried friends before, but this came as a surprise,

For with Sherlock’s death, John also dies.

 


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