Fur black as the night sky.
Eyes red as bright red blood.
Walking on all fours wandering around the grave.
I only looked at him once to see what it looks like.
He was ths scariest I've ever seen.
Don't look at him! You'll die!
My friends out warn.
I would hear the howls of the daemon dog.
That daemon dog, is a black shuck.
Hiding in the shadows of the night.
Seeking its prey.
Silently telling us to look three times.
I look at a second time.
Wondering, how I would time.
When I look at him the third and final time.
I go down to the gravyard,
On a cliff above the ocean blue.
I pay my respects for the fallen.
I turn around to see the dog.
I was about to close my eyes but it was too late.
I looked at it for the third and final time.
My eyes rolled back,
My head titled back,
I breathed my last,
And fell into the ocean blue.
Dead and gone.
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