The Hound

In shadows deep, where ancient horrors loom,
There dwells a beast from night’s eternal gloom.
A presence felt, in whispers darkly spawned,
It roams the void, with sanity foregone.

‘Neath moonless skies, its footsteps softly tread,
A harbinger of fear, and boundless dread.
Its eyes, two pools of malevolent light,
Pierce through the veil of everlasting night.

The ancient tombs, where secrets dark abide,
Hide not from it, this terror they provide.
Unearthly howls, like whispers from the grave,
Echo in minds, where reason cannot save.

Its fetid breath, a stench of death’s decay,
Foretells the doom that comes without delay.
In dreams it stalks, in waking hours it’s near,
A monstrous force, embodying pure fear.

No mortal tongue can name its foul embrace,
Nor mind withstand the horror of its face.
A creature spawned from madness’ deepest well,
A beast of nightmares, rising up from Hell.

Oh, cursed thing, from shadows dreaded lore,
Thy shadow falls, and shatters peace’s door.
In darkness thick, thou art the fear we seek,
The ultimate abyss, where all is bleak.