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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