Death Hound

When I was young
the primal Awen
came as a death hound,
spitting planets
across infernal waste.

When I was numb
it savaged me,
flung me side to side
then ate my flesh.

It brought the fire that burns,
the ear that cries,
biting teeth.

When I failed to live up
to its demands it devoured me.

Now in the dim light of dawn
every 6:17 looks like a dog.

Every 6:17 looks like a dog

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