This brilliant picture courtesy of waynemansfield.blogspot.com
He comes a-jaws a-snapping
Growling menacingly and teeth a-gnashing
Out of the shadows, a shadow himself
To steal all you are, and give you hell
He has been watching from afar
Biding his time from the start
To take away all that matters
In the process a heart shattered
How will he cope in his darkest hour?
How will he defend from his crumbling tower?
How will he go on without his rock?
How will he deal with the return of the Black Dog?
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on May 30, 2014
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