Snarls and growls
Not to far behind
Hunting for sins and easy prey
The lingering odor from something that smells so putrid and fowl
It has been wired to **** and hunt to tear flesh, for that is how it is designed
Designed not to be loyal but betray

Skin as dark and the depths of hell
As slick and think as suffocating oil  
No one can ever tell
For they boil
It’s such an unknown material
Similar to that of a gargoyle

Deep red eyes
That much similar to an open wound gushing gory blood
Created and build from those in a past life that told lies
Takes revenge and makes your slow feet trek through thick murky mud

Claws as sharp as razors
Reach for your soul for the taking
They are dominant beasts and brutal slayers
Creating a sickening making

Hunting and slaying into the dark everlasting night
No one is safe from the hounds to haul
Itching and ready to take a sdevils front door
Inspiring an uncertain fright
Praying to the devils maker to be safe from the maul
Wanting to be how life was before
They had to say goodbye

the neighbour's fox terrier
has taken to chasing me
a couple of days ago
I was walking to the car-shed
and when he sighted me
pursuit was firmly in his head
my walking gait
changed
to a very fast run
so he'd not bite me
on the leg
before I go outside
I take a three sixty look around
and see if the coast is clear
of the tracking hound

The scent-hungry hound
Unthinkably finds what's lost
That's meant to be found

Desire to run in the dark
And do so as I please
With ****** on the mind
And an urge to appease

Beneath a full moon
Sharp set of tongue and teeth
Four paws and sixteen claws
Released from their natural sheath

Howl my lustful song
Arched back and raised head
****** dripping fangs and red eyes
Maybe you should stay in bed...