Sherlockian Poetry

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of the affiliated characters or ideas. Creatorship belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

KS: Welcome to the next piece of Sherlockian Poetry! This one is about the Hound of the Baskervilles itself—not the story just yet. That will come soon enough. :)

Enjoy.

“The Hound”

Bounding through the night,

Silent on the moor.

On the victim’s scent,

Never to relent.

Unseen until it’s too late,

This “legend” will decide your fate.

Eyes ablaze,

Mouth dripping fire from hell.

Run fast to live to tell

Of the ghostly howls that pierce the night,

Or you will die of more than fright.

I counsel you well

Do not go out upon the moor in those dark hours

When the powers of evil are exalted.

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