The Locksmith’s Dog
Scary as his owner not the pet one could ever love

The Locksmith’s Dog
You heard the clang of chains in the dark
You read the tale of the locksmith, the man who welded nightmares into steel. You shuddered at the locksmith’s wife,
You followed the locksmith’s son, born into secrets, raised in silence, and heir to horrors
The Locksmith’sDog
And now comes the hound
They said he forged it to protect
They said it only bites when provoked
They lied
The locksmith’s dog is awake
And it remembers everything
No bark, no whine, no scratch at gate
It stalks the hours long past late
A shiver born of blood and steel
Where silence breathes, and locks can feel
Its eyes are keys, unblinking, blue
That see through walls and straight through you
A muzzle forged from twisted chain
Its grin a snare, its jaw, pure pain
The master’s forge bred more than bolts
More than latches, locks and volts
He built a beast to guard the shop
But never knew the thing won’t stop
It knows the scent of every sin
Can sniff the guilt you’re hiding in
One creak of floor, one breath too loud
It comes, and you won’t leave that shroud
The blood beneath its metal crown
Still drips from where it held men down
And those who tried to pick the door
Now rust in piles upon the floor
You hear a jangle in the fog
A whisper, “Come, the locksmith’s dog”
You run, but locks slam shut like fate
It holds the key
You sealed your gate.

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (3)
What a terror of a dog. Love the tone and horror.
He is protecting what's his. Pity the soul who gets in his way. A chilling dog poem. Good job.
A brilliant flow of dark words