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The gates they creak or so they say
Like an old dame’s joint
And the rust they say is dried-blood red
Dulling the spike’s point
With this ominous sign we know
Most venture on with fear
And fewer now dare venture past
Since the Harkencrack did appear
A giant it was, or so they say
With fangs as long as steel
It crept about with shadowy stealth
Only it’s hot breath one could feel
Its eyes, they glowed like burning coals
Its scream would split the sky
When it killed enough or not at all
It gave its horrid cry
It let none live or so they say
But everyone does fail
To tell how so much is known
If no one lived to tell the tale
But the cry is heard, that much is known
And the Harkencrack is seen
Once a month in silhouette
Bathed in the moon’s fine sheen
For many years the tales were told
And memorized front and back
And mothers told their children
Beware the Harkencrack
But one fine day (around the noon)
A boy no more than twelve
Found the gates of the monster’s lair
And past them he did delve
His mother searched and called in vain
But it was not ‘til two o’clock
That the boy came running home
In between he would not stop
“He has seen the beast!” his mother wailed
“The monster has sprung the first attack!”
And the people gasped in horror
And decided to strike back
They armed themselves with forks and knives
And donned their boots and hats
For protection they took along their dogs
For companionship, their cats
At the monster’s gate the group did meet
Their number was seven (for luck)
An even number to help each one
An extra in case one was stuck
The Leader was a fine man
Strong and brave and true
The Bootmaker was
In leather skilled
And could fix most any shoe
The Philosopher was a thinking man
Who pondered the entire day
The Scientist thought plenty too
But in a much different way
The Carpenter could build with wood
And could saw a tree in two
The Artist painted and sculpted things
To say “I love you”
The final member knew no trade
Why he was there, no one was sure
Yet he told the stories of the Harkencrack
As if he were there before
The Leader spoke loud and clear
“Now the time has come!
The Harkencrack must be slayed!
Let us advance as one!”
And so the gates were wrenched apart
And so they entered the monster’s lair
The grounds crunched from leaves and bones
And damp was in the air
The Scientist scrawled his notes
And said “Oh dear me now!”
At the rate we’re going
How will we beat it, how?
The Philosopher turned up his nose
And said with a little smile
“When one sets their mind on something
It takes but just a little while.”
The Leader called for quiet
As they strode on down the path
But the road could not make up its mind
And soon it split in half
“We must decide the road to take,”
The Leader said “But wait!
We might miss the Harkencrack
And then it’d be too late.”
“We shall split into groups of two”
So the Leader did decide
“And thus we shall find the beast
Wherever it may hide”
But the Seventh member did cry out
“Please everyone beware!
The Harkencrack is deadly
And never will it scare!
When I was twenty years of age
I ventured past the gate
And nearly was devoured
By the monster lying in wait
Even as I ran quite fast
And though the gate was near
The Harkencrack did gain on me
And for my live did I fear
But on that day I do recall
I dug into the ground
As I scrambled to escape
And an odd plant root was found
Though know not I the plant
Or what properties it did hide
The Harkencrack did race back to
His lair and lodged inside”
The Leader nodded and warned them all
“Take his warning to your mind
And dig if the monster does attack
And see what you can find”
The groups then split and they did part
One to left and one to right
They wished luck and waved goodbye
‘Till no longer in sight
The first group was a sturdy kind
The Carpenter with his nail
The Boot maker with his leather
And the Leader, how could they fail?
The second group was thoughtful
The Philosopher strong in mind
The Scientist scribbling away
The Artist drawing all that they could find
The second group was followed
By the Seventh man last
And he shivered and he shook
From the memories of his past
“Keep up my friend!” the Artist called
“Lest you be left behind!
I know you fear the Harkencrack,
But please keep peace of mind.
For if we panic and if we fight
And if we lose ourselves to fear,
We will never find the Harkencrack
And lose the way out of here.”
“Such silly talk! I do declare,”
The Scientist said
“The way we traveled is quite fixed.
Please don’t lose your head.”
“The way we walk and the way we choose
Are not the same at all!”
Cried the Philosopher. “Or else,
How does one ever fall?”
“By gravity, my good friend,”
Said the Scientist, ever snide
But the answer was lost in a scream
And both looked for a place to hide.
“Oh what was that? Oh saints alive!”
The Philosopher did cry.
And the Scientist said “It’s surely danger!
Oh, I do not wish to die!”
And the Artist cried, “It’s far away,
Down the path the others did walk
They found the Harkencrack they did!
Forgive me, I think I’m in shock.”
When they turned to see the Seventh Man
Who seemed so oddly still
He was beside them no longer, no,
He was racing down the hill
Towards the screams he made his way
His face cold and white
The other three followed in hot pursuit
Lest he fall out of sight
‘Lo! There it stood! The Harkencrack!
Its fangs were wet and red.
The Leader held it off with a sword
He was bleeding from the head
Of the Carpenter, nothing was heard
So they learned not if he lived or did die
The Boot maker’s leather harmed the creature not
To survive, he was forced to fly.
The three who arrived did wring their hands
And scream and throw rocks and sticks
They hollered and teased to distract the beast
And used every one of their tricks
The Seventh Man dropped to the ground
“Dig, dig at once!” the Leader did cry
He needed no prompting. He quickly stood up
And threw something small at the sky
Where there object passed, a stink filled the air
And the Harkencrack shrieked and fell with a start
Before it could organize a retreat
The leader impaled it through the heart
As it floundered and gasped the great monster
Did finally breathe its last
And the five remaining (who once were seven)
Could finally feel free to relax
Their triumphant return and hero’s welcome
I’ll leave to the readers to think
There was much laughter and plenty of food
And all had their fill to drink
Perhaps you might wonder, as you should,
What was the object in the ground?
Elementary my dear, so simple!
It was a garlic root that was found.
- by ZeldaQueen |
- Holiday Poem Contest
- | Submitted on 12/12/2008 |
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- Title: The Harkencrack
- Artist: ZeldaQueen
- Description: This poem was written to go with a story I plan on writing. It was inspired by Lewis Carroll's "The Hunting of the Snark". No where near as fantastical as Carroll's work though. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!
- Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: harkencrack
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Hidariude - 06/13/2009
- "Twas brillig in the afternoon and mimzy were the borogroves...with vorpal sword in hand, I hunt the Jabberwock!"-Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
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- eye543 - 01/01/2009
- It seems a bit more like an epic than a poem.
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