Terrible One

Rebecca Buchanan

Terrible One

Who hunts me in the darkness,

Driving me on before Your hounds

Laughing …

Your eyes glow with holy silver light

Your voice is like the frost, icy clear and pure,

Driving on Your baying hounds in their wild hunt

Through dark woodland of nightmare horrors —

sharp-toothed and deep-eyed

Laughing …

 

 

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