Known by many names,
Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness,
Black Schuck, the Dog of Doom,
Dip, the little black hairy one who likes
to drink blood.
All hellhounds, demon dogs, omens of death
cast from the same malformed
misbegotten blackened molds.
An acrid, odorous smell precedes them,
brimstone wafts in their wake as they stalk
lost souls in the great hunt.
Paw prints burned into cold dead stone
give away their passage.
Eyes yellow of burnished bright gold.
or eyes of red, glowing like hot coals
Eyes that seek and search.
Be you the one?
If so ,they shall drag you down and through
Hell’s doors where in your
new home you shall dwell
By Philip Wardlow
2 thoughts on “Hellhounds – A Dark Poem near Halloween Time”
A rolled up newspaper will sort those naughty puppies out! 😛
A very big rolled up newspaper 🙂