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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing portrayal of fear!