The Devil's Huntsman

Written by: Brian Terry

He rode home from St Just
In drink taken
Passing the standing stones
Silently past him there flows a pack of hounds
Jet black hounds
Hard on their heels is a dark rider
As black as the pit of hell

He calls "Hold on What sport is this?
Give me some of your game"

"Take that " was the cold reply
Something was tossed to him as the Rider passed by

He caught the bundle
Too dark to see
Rode home to St. Just
Calls for a light
Peers at the bundle
It is a baby
HIS OWN!
DEAD AND COLD