The Victorian era was one of shock, horror and gore,
But was the world of a man who saw much much more,
In the city of London lived a vigilante of sorts,
Born with sociopathic behaviour,
Cocaine did he snort,
But his mind was emphatic,
His madness sublime,
It appeared to the world he could solve any crime,
Thieves and murderers alike were destroyed in their prime,
As the man was a legend,
But one enslaved by desire,
For the love of one woman,
The only one he admired,
Alas, to the crack house he goes, when the work load is low,
As his brilliance is unfortunately the match for his fire.
WHO AM I?
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Conan Doyle / Sherlock Holmes? He had some weird things, I think.
Hood and orchidee, both correct! I got an audio book containing every single book on a trial with Audible for free a while back. Still working through them
Had to be sherlock. Aaaah tiz quiz nite - evenings draw in and sundays are for huddling around a good quiz - or not. Nice writing. Please comment on my stuff.
Really enjoyed reading this! I love poems about characters! Good write!
Thankyou! Me to virago, I have spent longer than I would like to admit trying to crack poems like this one, I fear mine may have been a little easy! I will probably try writing more in the future.
You're welcome! Looking forward to more!
Is it Sherlock, or Conan Doyle, that's the answer?
Sherlock
Wasn't sure, but did think of Sherlock Holmes. Brilliantly written, TN!
Thankyou Fred 🙂
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