Dressed in a brown, heavy coat,
In a grey, misty scene.
With a Tall Hat covering my hair.
I find a body by the oak
But then a ray of light broke though the mist and I heard a scream.
From a distance came a face, looking at me with her stare.
Who was the murderer?
I do not know,
As I quit my job long ago.
This is but a memory that I remember.
As now I am older, and I have grown.
I realized that being a Sherlock is not my goal.