The Hound Bitch

The Hound Bitch;


Toothless and dieing all alone,
cursing and crying with out a bone.
Demons of the earth,...NOW ..
what is your worth? Ugly and fast
you once were, but now with the
setting sun,...your almost done.
Your ragged body with eye's hung
low, your bloodlust gone, you wonder
where you went wrong. Your fur is
matted with blood not your own, he
had a knife that cut to your bone.
You wonted some food and he looked
verry good, but he slashed as you
slashed,..... but he got back up.
As you lay there you see the spider's
web and hear the owl's screech, you
turn your head to see the bird's flying
around you, just waiting for you to be
dead! As darkness fall's and you feel
cold, who now cares... your alone.
You chose the path you walked,
lashing out at the wind with your last
howl, as if to say....to Hell with you all.

              ......... by LinDA  ....( do not copy ).