• My ears ring with the swell
    And fall
    Swell
    Fall
    Echoing through the night
    Wailing to one pitch
    Or another
    Dropping down
    To almost a whisper

    And I hope that it will stop
    And my own heart pounds to the rhythm
    When the howl starts again
    Sounding from between unseen fangs
    Beneath glowing yellow eyes
    And hard shining fur
    Ribs stained red like a crucifix
    And rolling black talons
    And flashing blue and red wings
    That sever the black
    With cold

    Screaming along a stretch of black

    The sound is an eerie green
    Rising
    Like heat
    But far less comforting
    Settling an icicle
    Or perhaps a frozen slug
    In the marrow of my bones
    One to seep through
    And chill
    From the inside

    Tragedy runs in packs
    Hellhounds