Two hounds are after me,
Snapping their jaws,
The only sounds I hear,
Are their thumping paws.
Sadness is one hound,
Hate another,
They want to consume me,
Me and none other.
Heavy clouds hang above me,
The thunder rolling,
Hell itself is after me,
I hear its bells tolling.
I keep on running,
Until the last,
But those hounds are catching me,
And they’re coming fast.
As they close on me I stop running,
I’ve got to fight,
So I’ll give them hell back,
With all my might.
Grimm Roberge
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hounds-of-hell/
