Nothing in particular inspired me- I just thought of dogs for a while.
Dark as the blackest, ink-stained patch,
the hound of Hell will
howl and scratch;
running quick, leaving smears from paws
as a horror etched by Gustave Dore.
Snarling teeth like stalactites
meet enamel knives like stalagmites-
Crimson tongue and crimson eyes
to see one out and sniff out lives.
The hound of Hell is duty bound
to no-one, for it be too proud
but led by carnal instinct, it
should make a meal of what’s deemed fit;
Carnivorous! A cannibal!
Dog eat dog, for dog eat all
and all the more the dog should chew
only more its’ hunger eschews.
The hound of Hell be insatiable;
its name is Death,
and it comes for all.
