A flicker.
Loss of flame.
The room grows cold
Once the lights go out.
Muffled sounds now
Resounding clatters.
Not one shadow
For naught one eye.
Stillness savored
In knowing notion
Will be needed
Very soon.
All now silent;
But no less movement
Of blood in veins
Running hot.
A high growl
An unknown scent.
A muffled curse,
A hastened escape.
Light rekindles.
Eyes search.
At the door
Is the Devil’s dog.
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