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.

MVMVMV

"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."

MVMVMV

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

MVMVMV

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.

MVMVMV

No calming words, no loving home,

No gentle, honest master.

Instead a life designed to cause

Death, chaos and disaster.

MVMVMV

Confined in moorland solitude

Bewildered and mistreated.

A weapon in a dreadful scheme,

No use once it's completed.

MVMVMV

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.

MVMVMV

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,

MVMVMV

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...