He scans my throat
That hellish hound
With the pelt of night
I hear him growl
I hear him prowl
He knows I heed
His tender steps
Until we meet
A tiring feat
To hide my tracks
He slavers and
with strength attacks
He sets his traps
He traces steps
You walk, you run
To him, a jest
So pass his tests
Amuse his guests
The Sleep will come
To he who rests
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