Running and running

From what my siblings call home 

Did not notice that they were punning

Of words about their friend Jerome.

Hiding and hiding

From a known monster

Trying to think to deciding

On what could be the answer.

Open and ready

To solve a mystery

That should be deadly

But still should have a victory.

Done and closed

The mystery that was so scary

That now leaves minds clothed

Like a baby and shall want for the jury.