The Hound

 

Deep down, shakes my ground,

That awful, spoken, easy sound

That on my sanity did pound

Across the air that flowed around

Our heads, and with fire drowned

My hope of us being renowned

For being two, with love inbound

At our hearts, until we found

A peaceful life, without the hound

Of him clawing us, confound

That shadow who said he’d crown

You as a queen, but not surround

You with the love I have in mounds

But rather tear your soul, impound

That awful, spoken, easy sound,

Into your soul, into my ground.

Reviews

[Lauren Xena Campbell]

Well done for the rhyming, you did it really well!