The Toymaker – by Jeff Andreis

Toy Maker

The Toymaker

Time to play,
shall we begin?
Toymaker, Toymaker craft me a box,
to bend time and space, causing hell to unlock
“Why certainly!”, I reply, without any delay
Toys are timeless, and it’s time to play
With such pliant fingers my hands do they make
A masterpiece of skill, is proudly at stake
A box like no other to open on command,
only if the right combination, and skill is at hand
A masterpiece in, as timeless as fate
No further ado, in my skills and traits
A box crafted to be transformational,
only in the right hands shall this be attainable
A timeless toy, see it dazzle and twirl
My final piece of marvel; destroyer of worlds
Still, they will play with it, watch and see
As hell and its minions, submit to follow me
They will dance and sing, to my holocaust’s dream
Such sweet melodious sufferings, orgasms and screams
I am Philip Lemarchand, I am the Toymaker
I have such sights to show you as your new toy creator

Commission me once more…I bleed for your will
Let me craft you a box, and bleed your heart still
Such pliant fingers I have as the Toymaker…such pliant fingers


Philip LeMarchand (1717 – ?)
(Biography excerpted from “Tucker’s Encyclopedia of Mass Murderers”)

Philip LeMarchand was a French architect, artisan, and designer who is posthumously credited as possibly one of the most prolific, if undiscovered, mass murderers in the modern world. He first became known for his creation of bizarre, intricately designed music boxes which quickly became the rage of Europe. The boxes, known in some circles as LeMarchand Boxes, were each one-of-a-kind creations which were also puzzles, with the answer to one’s ultimate heart’s desire as their solution.

At the height of his career, Paris was besieged by scandalous multiple disappearances of noteworthy individuals, a number of whom had purchased LeMarchand’s puzzle boxes. Suspicions, though unconfirmed, fell upon the sculptor / architect, especially inasmuch as LeMarchand’s apprentice, the son of a respected clock maker, was one of the first to disappear.
Philip LeMarchand, at the height of his career, painted this self-portrait allegedly using not oil, but human fat as its base.

The original disappeared in World War II.



© 2022 Jeff Andreis June 15, 2022

“The Toymaker” was written by Guest Author Jeff Andreis. We thank Jeff for contributing to TCE with this great poem for the Halloween 2022 Poetry Contest,

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I am an author on TCE and write mainly in poetry and short stories. I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles for The Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages. Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

12 thoughts on “The Toymaker – by Jeff Andreis

  • October 24, 2022 at 2:32 PM

    Welcome Jeff and thank you for participating in TCE’s Halloween Poetry Contest. I enjoyed your Halloween poem but then I have a weakness for evil toymakers. Happy Halloween! Jamie

    • October 31, 2022 at 7:43 PM

      Ahhh, thank you so much Jamie. There are many evil Toymakers out there but be very wary of the ones who have “such pliant fingers”, lol 🙂

    • October 31, 2022 at 7:42 PM

      Thanks John, glad to come aboard and be a part of this most fantastic and great collective of writers

    • October 31, 2022 at 7:40 PM

      ahhh thanks Phyllis. You always make me feel all warm & fuzzy inside and you have been so supportive of me, I will continue to be a warrior poet for you 🙂

  • October 25, 2022 at 8:38 PM

    This poem gave me chills. Being a fan of eerie folk tales I loved this poem. Keep them coming friend, can’t wait to read other poems.

  • October 30, 2022 at 12:32 PM

    Whaaaaaaaat! Wow. I have to know more about this now. Very cool contribution. Thanks, Jeff!

    • October 31, 2022 at 7:39 PM

      Hi Liz,

      Ask me whatever you want, and know that this person really did exist. Imagine a Rubik’s Cube but bettert and designed 300 years prior and it played music and unveiled a secret all inside a one of a kind Musical Toy Box. Each one was separately created similar but different that all the rest. The problem was, who ever received this boxes ended up dead and when the French Police during the 17th Century became interested in Investigating LeMarchand, he disappeared, never seen again and his self-portrait made out of real human fat disappeared as well during World War II

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