The Black Dog Cometh

The black dog cometh, stalking me in the night

Ears pricked, nose keen, following the trail,

His paws pad the floor softly, keeping me in sight

He follows close, never leaving, he will never fail

To keep near me, he closes in, waiting to pounce,

Crouched in shadows, bearing teeth, eyes flash,

He strikes silently, he doesn’t announce

His arrival, until he envelopes me, jaws gnash

He has me in his grip, darkness washes over me

I am engulfed, can’t fight it; no longer see light.

Despair begins to drown me, like a riptide at sea…

The black dog cometh, stalking me in the night.