Ode To the Dogman
Strolling in the night,
Beware of the cold light
A changing does occur,
Beastly rage doe’th stir,
Stay on the path, and track,
Shining eyes on your back,
Hark, the howling now appears,
Your deepest, darkest fears,
Moons blood, is black,
The beast sits on your back.
Copyright © Raymond Rogers | Year Posted 2017
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