THE HOUNDS OF WINTER

 

 

The hounds of winter follow

You sense them in your bone

The howling prayer

On icy air

Is fate you face alone.

 

The hounds of winter stalk

Your bones their sacred prize

Their fatal bite

in coldest light

Will lead to your demise.

 

The hounds of winter cast a spell

Their chant, a haunting rhyme…

of faerie flight on Christmas night

beyond this mortal time.

posted in dollspeak | Wed, 16 Jan 2019 14:22