Searcher
Story by Fere_Ermelis on SoFurry
A poem dedicated to Black Shuck, the Anglian demon dog.
Carrion calm for I am asleep,
At the torn lychgate, on FenMere Hill.
Watching out into fen-borne mists,
Calling, howling frostbitten hearts.
Playing cards for souls,
Playing glass gods in the graves,
Come those to the canid son.
Follow him, meet him, gaze withdraw,
Feel my asystole life beat love.
Walking roads, taking lives of wrong, meeting paths of the lost.
Tell them of Shuck's eyes and mind, Be it at your cost.
So there I sit, still playing this game.
In lonely crypt and keep,
Far from some, Close to most,
The pain still runs deep.
And through the North Door I drift,
Forever can Shuck see you,
Forgive me.