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Moor courage
by Wolf's Shadow
He wished not to see
The moor, dreadful sight
Its secrets held terror
Indescribable at night.
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Not just a wild criminal
But an unknown danger.
He was risking his life
For another, a stranger.
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His duty remained
He would, could not run
For despite his great fear
The game had begun.
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Moortal Musings
by Nytd
The barren heath, a desolate moor
That isolated fen
Could not have been a more suitable place
For the Devil to prey on men
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Yet if a man had heard the tale
Of the Baskerville hound's ire
An easy thing it would be to scoff
In the sitting room by the fire
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But in that lonely corner of Devonshire
With fog and Neolithic home
It was much more difficult to dispute
That a fiendish beast might roam
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The spectral hound had been described
As huge as far as dogs go
With slavering jaws, demonic eyes
And a preternatural glow
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As a man of science I tried to ignore
Such cobwebs and moonshine
But when that howl swept across the moor
A chill ran up my spine
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It hadn't helped that even Holmes
Had quoted Baskerville lore
When the powers of evil are exalted
Make sure to stay off the moor
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I did my best to disregard the myth
But the footprint had me vexed
And if a hound did roam the ground
Was it from this world or the next?
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In Baker Street Once Moor
by AdidasandPie
Holmes confidently proclaimed there was no better man
Before I could answer Sir Henry seized me by the hand
On Saturday I was set to go to Baskerville Hall
So that back to Holmes in London I might report all
To my surprise, on the day that we were meant to depart
I saw it was false to call Holmes a "brain without a heart"
He said that it was a nasty business on the tor
He'd be glad to have me safe and sound in Baker Street once more
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Moor Acrostic
by Lemon Zinger
Henry Baskerville has come upon fortune or fate
Of a hound. Dr Mortimer speaks on this date
Under the fog of a dark bog and mire.
Now they fear a new murder will transpire,
Deciding to send Watson to investigate.
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On the moor, life seems very desolate
For the inhabitants are all quite grim.
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The doctor sees to the task before him;
He meets neighbours, but no motive is clear;
Each seems frightened of the danger so near.
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Barrymore is hiding the escaped convict,
And Henry is left in dire conflict;
Striding forth to find the murderous man,
Knowing it is against Holmes' plan.
Espying a boy running to and fro;
Ruins might hold a dodgy foe.
Very neatly, Watson finds the place
In which Holmes has watched the case.
Little time is left; the chase is on;
Lives might be lost before dawn.
Everyone seems most surprised
Stapleton was the villain in disguise.
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