An East Wind: A Sherlock poem by Robyne Amendson

So in His Last Vow, Sherlock and Mycroft mention "the East Wind". A story that Mycroft used to tell Sherlock. The East Wind was the bringer of death. At the very end (just after Mo's "Did you miss me?" bit), John says, "There's an East Wind coming". That line. THAT LINE alone inspired me to write this. It just sort of happened. So here we go :D


An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.

The men who hear the demon's call,
They are the men She finds.
She causes them to trip and fall.
She burns their hearts and minds.

An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.

To foolish men Her gift is death,
Eternal pain, and strife.
To worthy men, She gives her breath.
She gives them hope and life.

An East Wind is coming soon.
From darkness She brings light.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.

The men who hear Her lonely song
To Her those men are dear.
She fills their hearts, and makes them strong,
So they may never fear.

An East Wind is coming soon.
From darkness She brings light.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.

The foolish men and worthy men
To Her are near the same.
They both find joy, but now and then,
They feel their burning shame.

She told me once, She does not love,
And prefers to be alone.
She watches us from high above,
With a heart as cold as stone.

 An East Wind is coming soon.
She has hunger, thirst, and might.
An East Wind is coming soon.
From Her there is no flight.