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[sid] => 154611
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Watcher Wood's Keeper
[time] => 2009-10-31 23:37:42
[hometext] => This is my Halloween poem!
[bodytext] => Halloween, 2009 Garry Ol’ Huegan was a keeper, The graveyard keeper in the little village of Watcher Wood For what he did people thought he was friends with the grim reaper It was from these rumors that Garry was often misunderstood But the sexton was a formidable position Watcher Wood was, after all, filled with imps Digging up the bodies and giving the dead a new “definition” Dressing them and dragging them around town for all to take a glimpse At the deads’ newfound recognition This was to stop when Ol’ Huegan came to the village And the pranksters ran And no more the graveyard did they pillage So Garry’s position as keeper began One night Ol’ Huegan was keeping an eye out, While the rest of the town slumbered Garry did his route In a cottage made of rotting lumber He’d gaze and watch and wait Until the night was late With the trees a creakin’ And the townspeople sleeping An icy coil began to moan Then something banged outside And let out an ominous groan Ol’ Huegan moved in a hasty stride But in the bone-yard he spied not a living soul Except the old town cur Gathering himself, the old man went on patrol Watching Huegan the dog gave a mighty, “Grr” Garry ordered, “Be gone you stray,” The dog barked and whined, So Ol’ Huegan, he chased it away And continued to search the shrine When he found no one, Garry retired for the night Thinking he was done So he ended this plight But when he came back, And shut the door behind him, Something did attack Then Huegan’s vision went dim He awoke when the moon was high And shined a ghostly pool of silver light To his surprise a day had gone by, And he found it was the next night Shaking and confused, An ache in his head, Huegan stumbled, Alone in the yard of the dead Then came a pain in his leg, and the old man crumbled He’d was attacked! An utter fool he’d been! And that was when Garry Ol’ Huegan found that he wasn’t all intact This was also when Garry’s trouble did begin For as he looked at his leg He found on his flesh a wide, bleeding gap And inside it a wooden peg Garry cried, “The whole time, it was a trap!” And what a gag For as he lie there on the lawn, Huegan found that his femur was gone Using the stick as his leg Huegan pushed himself from the ground And walked around with that peg The man would limp, leaving a trail of blood around Passing the nearest tombstone Huegan began to wobble Searching for his missing bone Until at last it became too much to hobble He cursed to the sky He swore to the dead Burying his wrinkled face in his hands, the old man began to cry And a flood of tears he did shed Needless to say Huegan became desperate So much so, That the old man himself became a threat He wandered to and fro To find his missing femur As well as his attacker He was determined to find the whereabouts of that schemer Perhaps, his femur was gone, but, he thought, He could find a new one, So for a new bone he sought That’s when his sanity came undone First he started with the cur Yes the dog had come back Surprisingly, Huegan leapt in a blur And with an axe he took a whack The poor thing it howled But Huegan, he only scowled This of course, Is when things got dark for the man with a peg, He’d taken with force, The mutt’s leg And when it did not fit his own, Huegan took to the graveyard To search for his missing bone This is when he’d ruined his position as guard For with that axe and a shovel, He dug up the bodies Right in front of his rotting hovel Then he took his dull blade And chopped the dead There was no remorse felt as Huegan did invade Their bodies were soon strewn around But when no one’s femur fit him, Garry took to town And things if possible, grew even more grim Down the dirt-roads of old Watcher Wood Garry Ol’ Huegan strode with a limp, The peg cracking inside him as he walked as best he could Keeping an eye out for that little imp Down each darkened street Through every alleyway But only one person would Huegan greet And seeing Garry, the man turned gray For spying someone with a bloodied axe Made the man begin to pray And in the man’s flesh Huegan made many more hacks When at last the sun rose, So did the town of Watcher Wood But at the sight of what Huegan had done they froze And what happened at the graveyard they had not understood They soon hunted him down And together they tied him to a tree They gathered, the whole town For they came to see To witness Garry Ol’ Huegan die They burnt him as he did cry, “Who stole it? Who stole it!” But soon enough Garry became quiet After his death, the town of Watcher Wood dispersed Yet the captain constable began to investigate He went to the graveyard first Where the bodies continued to wait He gazed at the bloody massacre But soon enough someone else arrived Standing among the mess, the strangers called, “Hello, sir!” Jokingly the captain said, “I see you’ve survived,” “Yes,” the man replied And the constable asked, “Who are you?” “Among the many who used to guard the graveyard,” he sighed Now the constable grew suspicious, and demanded, “Is this true?” The man laughed, “Of course it is. I’ve never denied.” Then the captain asked if this man knew anything about the old keeper “No fine sire, just that he’s a reaper.” When the captain turned to leave The stranger then said, “I used to be one,” And then the man told the officer of what he used to achieve “Taking them bodies, oh what fun!” The constable was silent as he listened For the man told of times long ago, When he used to take the blood of the newly dead and watch it glisten He would line the bodies up in a row And dance around them in marry joy Then he’d take their parts And sewed them together to make what he thought of as a toy, He was engaging in what he considered the fine arts “Then Ol’ Huegan came, he did!” The man would laugh “And he burnt my doll as I ran and hid,” “But there is a defense on my behalf” And the man grew dark and cold The constable waited in silent fright “He didn’t let me finish” the stranger told “So I returned last night,” “I got a stick and took my dagger,” “And came for my final part” “I chuckled as I watched Garry stagger,” “I could have finished my art” “For I had taken Ol’ Huegan’s leg” “And replaced it with a peg” [comments] => 0 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 18 [informant] => fuzzy7277 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )
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