The Hound

The Hound

In wind and rain you'll hear his sound,

Swiped roughly off his feet,

Thrust to the ground here cries the hound,

Whose heart could not compete.

His thrashing paws amongst the mud,

To rise and fall again,

With gnarling tooth and bruising bone,

His bark did break but then - 

The lakes did burn within his eyes,

The hills moved at his name,

Here howls the hound with name compound

To blood, to fight, to flame.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Leo]

The first stanza was very strong and rhyme was great but then I got lost completely..
sonet A
sonet B
sonet A
sonet B

The last 2 stanza didn't follow through at all