In Victorian London, a boy did roam,
His mind sharp and curious, he sought to know,
The mysteries of the world, the secrets unknown,
A young Sherlock Holmes, his fame yet to grow.
In school he excelled, but yearned for more,
Adventure and intrigue, he could not ignore,
A chance encounter with Watson, a friend he did make,
Together they solved crimes, no puzzle too great.
A trail of clues led them to an ancient cult,
Whose dark rituals and secrets they sought,
They uncovered a plot, so sinister and bold,
To control the minds of men, a tale untold.
With bravery and wit, they fought to save,
Their city and people, from a dangerous wave,
Of evil and darkness, that threatened to consume,
All that was good, and turn it to ruin.
In the end they triumphed, but at a great cost,
Their friendship and bond, forever embossed,
In history and legend, a tale of great lore,
Young Sherlock Holmes, a hero forevermore.
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