Love's hounds are hunting in the night
They move in shadow and moonlight
They're coming for me
I see them through the trees
And I can't muster the fight
To resist
To be kissed
To be revered or not missed
Love's hounds will find me
I try to escape
They persist
They'll devour my flesh
My heart, their next dish
They found me
Surround me
But then the scale tips
I'm already scraps
Who wants this
Love's hounds had their fill
And disappear in the mist
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
Love's hounds are hunting in the night
They move in shadow and moonlight
They're coming for me
I see them through the trees
And I can't muster the fight
To resist
To be kissed
To be revered or not missed
Love's hounds will find me
I try to escape
They persist
They'll devour my flesh
My heart, their next dish
They found me
Surround me
But then the scale tips
I'm already scraps
Who wants this
Love's hounds had their fill
And disappear in the mist
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