Whether the man exists or not is not up to the public opinion of interest salivating over headlines in newspapers reading the destruction before their eyes falling like ashes from a fire storm raging beneath the clouds of despair. What man can pay the price of sovereignty waiting in the darkness ready to plunge out onto its next victim robbing him of pride and dignity?
They say only one man carried the pen and the sword at the same time but yet a contradiction he was also once known as. This man of mystery that stepped forward only lingered for so long inside all of us before, like a sleeper agent, waiting for the trigger word or phrase to be spoken to inspire action amidst the eyes of tyranny. In silence he drew his fateful breaths behind the razor sharp curtains remaining closed as we blindly watch the opera of fate unfold before us.
The man simply known as Sherlock Holmes inspired many yet so few. Where about does a single man come from to rise the waters of the oceans to spill over into the land mass sweeping away the masses? A single man can wash away the evil and the blood spilt before our very eyes and yet not a single soul speaks a word of heroism. A society turned their backs on him whilst he waged a silent war on tyranny ready to explode. Can the story of one man inspire many or can a single man inspire many myths?
The man, a legend
His actions, heroic
His time, forgotten
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