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Watcher Wood's Keeper
Contributed by
fuzzy7277
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Saturday, 31st October 2009 @ 11:37:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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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”
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fuzzy7277
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2009-10-31 23:37:42]
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