Guardians of the Chest

Guardians of the Chest

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

My father married a scheming witch
The month that my mother died,
He barely waited her final twitch
And it killed something inside,
I suddenly found myself alone
Apart from my brother, Liam,
But my heart inside had turned to stone
And the house was a mausoleum.

I’d hear her wandering round the house
When my father was away,
And something about the air in there
Made me feel some blank dismay,
For Liam was little help to me
He fell to the witch’s charm,
I tried to warn, but he looked in scorn
While I only felt alarm.

My father became a wealthy man
When my mother left him all,
She’d been the heir to a ladyship
And the deeds to Woolhampton Hall,
A wooden chest with the whole bequest
Was locked in a basement room,
And giant rocks in a jewel box
Would flash, they said, in the gloom.

But Lara never could find the key
Though she searched, both high and low,
My father never let on he knew
For he’d promised my mother so,
When she had said, with her final breath
‘I know all about the witch,
Don’t let her near my jewel box
Or you’ll end in a pauper’s ditch.’

He carried the key most everywhere
In his waistcoat, or his cuff,
He fastened it to his horse’s hair
And once to my choirboy’s ruff,
So Lara stormed while he was away,
I could hear her scream and curse,
And beat her feet on the basement door,
I didn’t know which was worse.

She asked Liam if he’d help her find
The key, and she’d see him right,
I heard him lurking about the house
To our father’s room, at night.
I asked him, ‘Where is your loyalty,
To your father or the witch?’
But he cursed and said flamboyantly,
‘Well, the witch will make me rich!’

‘I wouldn’t go in that basement room,’
I said, in a word of warning,
Remembering something my mother said
To her mirror, one dark morning,
‘I’ve made it plain in my will,’ she said,
‘And it’s there in the many riders,
Whoever thinks they can steal from me,
Must deal with a world of spiders.’

And so it passed, when Liam at last,
Found out where the key was hiding,
Was taking her to the basement stair
While my father was out, and riding,
I heard the screams in the basement room,
That sounded much like a riot,
By the time that I went to lock them in,
Both he and the witch were quiet!

David Lewis Paget

© 2015 David Lewis Paget


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Enjoyed reading your poem. A very chilling tale. Laura's greed paid off at the end. You'll never know what web she weaved in Liam's head to help her gain entrance to the locked room in the basement. "He fell to the witch’s charm, and then the warning: "Whoever thinks they can steal from me, Must deal with a world of spiders.’ left me in suspense. "Must deal with a world of spiders.’I heard the screams in the basement room, That sounded much like a riot, By the time that I went to lock them in, Both he and the witch were quiet!" This bought chills to my spine.I can only imagine what they went through. Well written. Keep writing.


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Enjoyed reading your poem. A very chilling tale. Laura's greed paid off at the end. You'll never know what web she weaved in Liam's head to help her gain entrance to the locked room in the basement. "He fell to the witch’s charm, and then the warning: "Whoever thinks they can steal from me, Must deal with a world of spiders.’ left me in suspense. "Must deal with a world of spiders.’I heard the screams in the basement room, That sounded much like a riot, By the time that I went to lock them in, Both he and the witch were quiet!" This bought chills to my spine.I can only imagine what they went through. Well written. Keep writing.


Posted 4 Years Ago


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The way you weave a tale… one would think you couldn’t possibly write it’s equal again… And then you surpass it! As always, a brilliantly rendered tale that crawls right up your spine.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Love it.
In an odd sort of way, it reminds me of one of my favorite poems...The Highwayman.
It tells a story...a haunting one...and it holds the reader's interest until the very last word. I love the cadence and flow.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Great story line, well written, but I have to say I wished a whole lot worse of an ending for her. Keep them coming. Valentine Happy Christmas by the way.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Fantastic.....what more can I say! The Spider gave the Witch her due and frankly, It gave me the "willies"....oops, hope that isn't an off-colour expression in your world, LOL! Well you did it again, DLP, held my attention to the very Twist. You are a remarkable Poet and your Variety is only exceeded by the puppies whose last mixed breed name ends with Poo!! (A little levity at 5 in the morning as I retread Guardians of the Chest)....and Laughed! Barbz

Posted 4 Years Ago


Brilliant David, a true horror story, I'd love to have seen the witch and Liam when they met the spiders, justice was done, great stuff as always :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


family intrigue is never ending eh!? seems a poor outcome for the lot of them :{
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I laughed at 'Well the witch will make me rich
its first place in most peoples idols these days
and you put it so well
enjoyed

Posted 4 Years Ago


haha like the twist . what goes around comes around!

Posted 4 Years Ago



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David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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