Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #20 November 2015 | Page 14

Dark Nursery Rhymes for misguided
children
Inspired by Victorian era serial killers
Daniel S. Liuzzi
Spring Heeled Jack
Meet spring heeled Jack
Who’s dressed in black
Ready to attack
With blood on his mack
After a swift whack
Away he goes with a clack
And when he comes back
The bodies will stack
That is the knack
Of spring heeled jack

Mr. Holmes’s Castle
Mr. Holmes built a castle in time for the World’s Fair,
Guests checked in without a clue it was really a
murderous lair.
With alarms, catacombs, vaults, and sound proof
rooms,
They starved, lost their breath, or succumbed to
noxious fumes.
When they’re gone he collected his funds by selling
each guests bone,
Afterwards Mr. Holmes went home to his castle and
sat on his throne.

Mrs. Dyer
Don’t cry too loud child; Mrs. Dyer will hear you.
For the stories that say she’s long gone are untrue.
She’ll crawl up on the side of the house and spy on
you in bed,
It won’t matter if your window is locked, so heed the
warning I said.
She’ll get you from under the bed, or drop on you
from the ceiling,
She may get you while you brush your teeth, or snatch
you while you pray kneeling.
You’ll be throttled before you can call for help, Mrs.
Dyer will see to that,
She’ll cradle you away into the night. Again, heed our
little chat.
Please stop crying child, or Mrs. Dyer comes from the
shadows.
She’s really not gone, but was freed hanging on the
gallows.

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