Hellhounds
The candles burn their prayers to the heavens
from the cold walls of the house of God
The rain pounds at the earth beyond
and someone runs upon the mud
His rosary swings
in his desperate hands
His prayers are earnest
He mutters fast
"Listen to me, Lord, and answer me,
for I am helpless and weak.
Save me from death, because I am loyal to you;
save me, for I am your servant and I trust in you-”
His feet lose their grip
on the sodden ground
Dread thumps at his heart
the prayer dies in his mouth
He gasps in his panic
as the monsters gain
He gets up from the floor
and cries out in pain
Teeth in his flesh
His Achilles heel
They tear at the muscle
His final appeal
“Help me"! He screams
as they tear at the meat
He kicks at their jaws
and he is back on his feet
The candles flicker
as the doors swing wide
They slam to a close
and he runs inside
Up to the alter
he falls to his knees
The growls grow louder
“Lord, Help me, please”!
The hounds are trapped
yonder bless’d stone
but they howl at the door
for the man they are owed
He raises his arms
His ultimate plea
up to his saviour
with blood on his sleeves
“Be merciful!
Please, they are coming for me!
Forgive me, my Father,
That I wanted to leave”.
His face is pale with the shine of death
He begs his Father to forgive his sin
His veins are torn
His soul bereft
“Lord, please forgive me, don’t let them in”.
The candles go out
With one gust of wind
The doors slowly open
and the hellhounds come in.
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