H - Hound

Hopeless Hanging his head, he holds her heart in hand Her hourglass hexed by his happiness Huddled over in hesitation he hands it back, too hard-headed to be honest A heretic to his own heart Haunted, the hero too high and mighty to heal lay heavy and hurt Harbored in this hell without her So hollow Withdrawals of hostility, hyperventilating in hysteria His eyes hooded by a haze of hatred for himself, ready to harm He has become a hazard to his habitat His howls are heard from hours away; she listens helplessly He can't even help himself A hardship no human should heave A hostage of the hunger