The Spellbound Hellhound
The evening's gloom of mistic glow.
Cast it's spell for all to know.
Deep down indide the dark morass.
Where beast's do dwell in the lowest class.
Above the fray looms pious air.
Consumed by those who just won't share.
The day before the last day came.
Somehow they all wound up the same.
Heaven scented plumes of ruse.
Lingered only to confuse.
The Spellbound Hellhound unleashed it's guise.
To show the foolish they're not so wise.
When everyone is on the run.
And there's no place to stay.
The fiendish binds inside our minds.
Will finally have their way.
A world within a world without.
Will leave no room for a single doubt.
And a path beyond a concsious thought.
Is where you'll find what tomorrow taught.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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