On Naming

Dark haired, changeling child.
Brilliant and terrifying.
So much passion and wonder
contained in one small body.

Grown and cynical.
He sees too much.
An island unto himself.

Comes a man. Blessed my god.
Reflecting light into the darkness.
Building bridges.

Have you come to conquer me,
Ruler of Armies?

Sunlight shines and the dots connect.
An island becomes an archipelago.

I was never blessed until I met you.
Together against the world.





Sherlock: Fair haired
Holmes: One who lives on an island

John: Blessed by god
Watson: Ruler of the army




This was not the Christmas story. But I did post it on AO3. My first. I hope someone looks at it.