2010 Poetry Challenge

National Poetry Month

Jem Farmer

The Black Hound of Destiny.....English sonnet in tetrameter

As darkness takes our souls to hell
what has become of pleasant dreams
when death has tolled its final bell
no one remains to hear the screams.
Gwyllgi calls, the end is near
as demons dance across the land
their laughter chills a heart with fear
for fate has shown her evil hand.
Awash with blood to purify
the world of Man's eternal rage
no longer can our words deny
Gwyllgi's here to close our page.
And no demons shall rape and kill
for evil comes from Man's own will.

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