Moriarty

They all looked at Moriarty's eyes,
which were beady and cold as ice.
Moriarty carried on his shoulder the steel,
which since the morning he had managed to steal.
It had been kept aside to build the dam,
but of course Moriarty, he didn't care a damn.
The wall- half built, crumbled, letting fall a piece,
somehow with that, our hero felt a strange peace.
Moriarty was particular not to be seen,
as it was quite incriminating, the scene.
He therefore combed down his hair,
and disappeared promptly, into thin air.
And everyone looked around the bend,
not realising Moriarty had come to an end.