The Dark Dog

In the clearing where you wait
There’s no love and there’s no hate
Only he can know your fate
He is seated at your gate
The dark dog

On the blackened snowy street
There’s no light and there’s no heat
All your paths now obsolete
He is snarling at your feet
The dark dog

Now your mind comes to the boil
And a fog descends on all
Ice is forming on your wall
He is scratching in the soil
The dark dog

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