525. The Hounds Of Death Poem by Jaden Knight

525. The Hounds Of Death



We have been sent out by the masters
to announce the downfall of humanity
you cannot escape us
no matter how fast you run

We are the black hounds of darkness and death
arriving before the storm that ends it all
the thunder rumbling will be far too late
the warning signs have existed long before

We will catch up with all who live
overtaking those trying to flee and hide
thought you will never see us you will not escape our bite
as our teeth sink into to your life
the scythe man's blade whistles through
severing your existence

We care not for your mortal soul
the reaper will deal with those with delight
the end times are nearly upon you all
approaching to the sound of howling wolves

Thursday, December 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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