This is a far cry from my usual poetry, but I just had to try just one.
The Heart Of The Matter
All night long bayed the hound from h**l,
while doggedly sniffing the air.
If only the dawn would sound its bright bell,
the beast would return to its lair.
Still, on riverbank I lay with reed piled upon,
and my breathing I thought to ease.
As I must lie secreted until the rising sun
had lightened the eastern frieze.
In darkness of night the hound does run,
ever outstripping its prey.
Until the rising of the morns saving sun,
drives the fiendish hound away.
So I remain veiled till I hear dawn's bell,
and to linger; murmuring no sound.
To tell of the terror that befell Sparrows Dell
after the attack of Satan's black hound.
With eyes of blazing fire and fangs all bared,
there were none to take its life.
Sparrows Dell had no men for all were scared.
and cowering with children and wife.
Much blood did run and bones did break
of victims both young and old.
Randomly choosing all it desired to take,
tearing at those it took hold.
The hour of three; far long the morning dawn,
I from my hiding place in sorrow
viewed the carnage of the villagers dead and torn,
prayed for the coming of the morrow.
The hound sensed my presence and I in terror
turned unknowing which way to go.
But to late I realised my foolish and fatal error,
now soon my blood would freely flow.
I ran, stopped; and turned to face the beast,
its head was covered in blood.
And I knew that I was to be the beast's last feast,
its foul breath I smelt where I stood.
A terrible growl came from its jet-black throat,
its drool soaked the earth at my feet.
And its lips curled back as at the bow of a boat,
it was death I knew I would meet.
Then in one last hope I took a step forwards
not knowing where lay may strength.
Into its gaping jaws I thrust my arm full inwards
until my arm was in at elbows length.
As blood shot out from its foul stinking gullet,
it struggled to tear me apart.
But grasping the thing I sought did remove it,
and fast in my hand came its heart.
I sank to my knees and held the heart on high,
and I squeezed until it burst asunder.
Then laughed as a beam of light cut the dark sky,
from the beast's lair sounded thunder.
The village no longer stands on red stained grounds
where the beast took all in sight.
All except one who's blood mixed with the hounds,
howls from the beasts lair at night.
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