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Words from beyond the grave. Among the flames and brimstone, Moriarty takes a few moments to think about something... something plaguing him about his last moments on earth, and the last moments of his intellectual enemy.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Crime/Horror - J. Moriarty & Sherlock H. - Words: 76 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-20-12 - id: 7757628
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I knew you'd do it, Sherlock,
As surely as you play the fiddle.
Please explain, detective,
this bothersome, pesky riddle.
I knew you'd do what I wanted,
If your friends could be saved.
Or you could smile, and win the game,
And face beloved Watson's grave.
I didn't have to see you fall
To know that you fell.
So riddle me this, my darling,
Why are you not joining me in Hell?
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