The Game Comes to an End?

James Moriarty does begin the Game,

and then the Great Detective takes his turn;

the Game takes to the streets, in no way tame,

innocents caught between the city's burn.

Sherlock is caught in Moriarty's web,

trapped on the roof of Saint Bart's Hospital;

guns point at his three friends, worry with no ebb

cuts to the heart he'd been told was brittle.

Holmes tried to stop it all, but it went on,

Jim talked, but stopped with meaningful vigor

and grinning, Moriarty raised his gun;

barrel to his mouth, he pulled the trigger.

Holmes pulled his hair, thought, "This may be the end,"

and then pulled out his phone and called his friend.

John picked up his phone and greeted Sherlock,

and Sherlock said John's name, he kept him out

the building, and delivered a hard knock,

"Look up, I'm on the rooftop," he let spout.

So John looked up, an "Oh God," was uttered,

When Holmes said he could not come down, John asked

"What's going on?" and his stomach fluttered,

"An apology," Sherlock did stand fast.

"The newspapers were right; the day we met,

I looked you up so that I could impress,

I'm just a fake, it's all a trick, and yet,

tell everyone that they were right, their guess."

John gaped up and took a step, "No, stop this,"

"Keep your eyes on me," tears hid in his coat,

Sherlock breathed in and said, "This phone call is

my note, don't people do that, leave a note?"

But John, near crying and confused again,

with answer in mind, asked "Leave a note when?"

"Goodbye, John," he said, then hung up the phone,

and looking up in something close to fear,

Watson below made his unrest well known

with a cry of his name, taking a step near.

Holmes took a step and then began to fall,

limbs splayed, coat flapping and ground approaching,

with no regard to his friend's anguished call,

as he ran to him, mind overloading.

At the grave, months later, John Watson stood,

and placed a hand on the cold, dark head stone;

choking, he said the words he knew he should,

but how could he foresee what was unknown?

"Just one more miracle- please don't be dead,"

unknowing Holmes had heard all that he said.

A/N So I overachieved in language arts. I was supposed to write one sonnet... I wrote three. :) Hope you like them!

Update as of 5/17/15: There were some minor punctuation things I wanted to fix, and an error in the first line. It was annoying me.