Hounds Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The hounds are nipping at my heels
with foaming mouths and lightning speed
wild wolves with ravenous sharp teeth
like lashing crashing roaring steeds

Their mission only to molest
a'hounding pounding on my chest
I'm helpless on the typhoon's crest
no place of refuge or of rest

The snarling jackals closing in
will I escape their galloping
will I endure apocalypse
that night of darkness and eclipse

Will all the demons cover me
or will salvation rescue me
will ending be a silent sound
and leave me breathless on the ground?