Hell’s Hound
Posted on October 23, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
25 Comments
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.
Wow! I didn’t expect that. …tables turned. Wish I could bite the hounds chasing me!
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Haha! Yes, I had a bit of fun with this one.
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🙂
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Well that was unexpected. Wow! ❤
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Haha! Yes, delightful, right?
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Perfect!
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🙂
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The ending was unexpected ~ Love this scary part: A sound of tremored breathing ~ Thanks for joining in ~
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Thank you Grace! I enjoy participating.
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So very clever!
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Thank you so much!
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It looks like Hell’s hound had more to fear in her than he realized.
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Haha! Yes, he certainly did!
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Tables turned – love it, but feel sorry for the hound
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Ha! Thank you- yes, the poor hound indeed!
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I enjoyed the twist 🙂
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Thank you!
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Delightfully creepy!
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Thank you Bev!
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Perfect post for the season!
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Thank you!
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Powerful imagery and a surprise ending – love it.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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