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Robert Harrison
Guest
All night long bayed the hound from hell,                                  ÂÂ
While dogedley testing the air.
If only the dawn would sound its bright bell,
Then the beast would return to its dark 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 dawns bell
And to linger murmuring no sound.
To tell of the terror that befell Sparrows Dell
After the attack of Satans black hound.
With eyes of blazing fire and teeth all bared,
There were none to take its life.
Sparrows Dell had no men for all were scared,
And cowered with children and wife.
So the blood did run and the bones did break
Of victims both young and old.
At random choosing whom it desired to so take,
Savaging coward and all it took hold.
At the hour of three far long the morning dawn,
I from my hiding place in sorrow,    ÂÂ
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, but then stopped and turned to face the beast,
Its head was covered in blood.
And I knew that I was to be the beasts last feast,
It stood two lengths from 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 two strides 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 beasts heart on high
And I squeezed until it burst asunder.
Then laughed as a beam of light cut the dark sky,
From the beasts lair sounded thunder.
The village no longer stands on the red stained grounds
Where the beast took all in sight.
All except one whos blood was mixed with the hounds,
Now stalk the dark wood at night.
Note
I am going to have stop watching to much TV
While dogedley testing the air.
If only the dawn would sound its bright bell,
Then the beast would return to its dark 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 dawns bell
And to linger murmuring no sound.
To tell of the terror that befell Sparrows Dell
After the attack of Satans black hound.
With eyes of blazing fire and teeth all bared,
There were none to take its life.
Sparrows Dell had no men for all were scared,
And cowered with children and wife.
So the blood did run and the bones did break
Of victims both young and old.
At random choosing whom it desired to so take,
Savaging coward and all it took hold.
At the hour of three far long the morning dawn,
I from my hiding place in sorrow,    ÂÂ
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, but then stopped and turned to face the beast,
Its head was covered in blood.
And I knew that I was to be the beasts last feast,
It stood two lengths from 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 two strides 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 beasts heart on high
And I squeezed until it burst asunder.
Then laughed as a beam of light cut the dark sky,
From the beasts lair sounded thunder.
The village no longer stands on the red stained grounds
Where the beast took all in sight.
All except one whos blood was mixed with the hounds,
Now stalk the dark wood at night.
Note
I am going to have stop watching to much TV
