Poem -

Hell Hounds

Hell Hounds

The clock strikes midnight
as fear strikes my heart.
There is a creature in the
night that lurks my soul.
My time has come to pay
the devils price.
For I have made a deal
to sell my soul.

There is howling in the
late midnight hour.
But not a creature or
soul in my sight.
I could feel a cold breeze 
that sends a chill down my spine.
What is this creature that
lurks for my soul?

The devil holds my contract 
that can not be undone.
Waiting for the ten long years
that he has giving me.
The time will come when he
will release the hounds.
Coming to claim the prize 
of the contract he holds.

As the clock strikes midnight 
the demon hounds are released.
Smelling the sent of fear
that I hold within.
The sound of the howling 
freezes my blood within.
As I can see the shadows of
the beast under the moonlit night.

The beast pounced at me
ripping deep into my flesh.
I fall to the ground as red velvet 
blood gushed from me.
I feel the pain running deep inside,
as my life start to fade away.
For the hell hounds came to 
claim their master’s prize.

 

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Marion

Oh...chilling write...enjoyed 🌹

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Yiyan Han

Sounds like a nightmare - in 2020 the hell hounds are out there everywhere

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