a/n: the next chapters contain poems from a variety of authors who have very generously sent in HOUND related poems. Sincere thanks to all :) Any material belongs to the authors named and not to me. They are posted generally in order of length.
If anyone would like to add to the next chapter, please PM me. HOUND related poem, rhyme not essential, can be very short.
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Moor Authors, Less Verse
one
Moor or less what happens at the end of every case
by Wolf's Shadow
Watson sat, in his hand a letter
It read, "These changes would make it better"
The manuscript was thrown down
And he looked at it, on his face a frown.
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"Holmes, I feel it is no use."
His friend merely nodded and passed the juice
"My editor says it's fit for a horror
And that my descriptions leave it all the poorer."
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Once again Holmes only nodded his head
As his eyes turned longingly towards the bread
Watson shot Holmes with a fiery glare
Until his friend spoke he'd continue to stare
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Holmes sighed. "There is one point on which I disagree
The genre. Why your wrote it at all is a mystery."
Standing from the table, Watson was upset.
That statement he'd make Holmes live to regret...
end
two
One Moor Victim
by mrspencil
A huge ungainly awkward beast,
A canine aberration,
Destined for a future spent
In fear and isolation.
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No calming words, no loving home,
No gentle, honest master.
Instead a life designed to cause
Death, chaos and disaster.
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Confined in moorland solitude
Bewildered and mistreated.
A weapon in a dreadful scheme,
No use once it's completed.
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A demon hound, a monstrous freak,
Despised, reviled, rejected.
Of all the victims on the moor,
Perhaps the most neglected.
end
three
Moor regrets
by Hades Lord of the Dead
I hope he will forgive me
For the treachery revealed.
While he thought I was in London
I was on the moor, concealed.
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I hope he will forgive me,
I kept him in the dark again,
But only for the case's sake,
For he is my dearest friend,
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I know he will forgive me,
For this case is so bizarre,
But I find it makes me wonder,
Will I one day go to far?
end
four
Moor Sounds
by nytd
It swept across the mire, carrying a chill to the bone
A murmuring yowl rose to a howling moan
From nowhere and everywhere, it was difficult to tell
Just what had uttered that ghastly yell
Something lurking, something looming
Or perhaps just a bittern I heard booming…
end
Moor still to come...
