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Hell’s Hound

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-By Linda Lee Lyberg
She heard boards creak behind
And dared not turn around
For if she did she may find
Herself facing Hell’s hound.

 
She stops, frozen as does he
A sound of tremored breathing
Swirling, she bites him in glee
His devil’s soul ending, floating free.

Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
 
Grace hosts dVerse today. We must include the word “creak” in a Quadrille: A poem of exactly 44 words.
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