It was late it was dark
\nA matter of fact
\nI opened the door
\nIt was hard to react
\nTo the sight there
\nBefore me
\nSo tall
\nIt was cold
\nAnd Reality rolled
\nBefore me
\nNo eyes
\njust black holes I could see
\nHolding three dogs
\nEach on leads
\nOne was key<\/p>\n
It was Helga
\nMy German Shepherd
\nWho\u2019d died
\nSome years before
\nFlesh and blood
\nWas denied
\nA demon such evil
\nOut Past its head
\nthe darkness enveloped
\nAnd my eyes were led<\/p>\n
To the baseless foundation
\nThe as yet unborn
\nWhat ceased to exist
\nWhat was suddenly torn
\nAn aching frostiness
\nDrifted to me
\nI felt that cold sweat
\nPhenomenally
\nIt was a phantom
\nFictitious and wrong
\nA gaseous creature
\nThat didnt belong<\/p>\n
Helga was panting
\nShe wanted to Feel
\nMe on her leash
\nBut Nothing was real
\nAbout all of this
\nUnreality
\nKnocked on my door
\nAn irrelevancy
\nI closed the door sharply
\nWanting Nothing to do
\nWith this apparition
\nThe consequence true
\nIntrusive And disparate
\nAbsorbed was I
\nAt the great negativity
\nThat now did lie<\/p>\n
It felt like an omen
\nA bad one at that
\nSane Alley stretched skywards
\nThats where I was at
\nThe hills in the distance
\nThe road outside black
\nI heard the dogs barking
\nAll three did attack
\nThe demon the oddness
\nThe colour of night
\nThe hoot of a barn owl
\nIt gave me such a fright<\/p>\n
I was out by the bins
\nIn the morning and met
\nA women in grey
\nHer dog was set
\nFine, a red setter
\nPulled at the lead
\nShe\u2019d been over the fields
\nBoth seemed to need
\nThat spell, that exercise
\nWe smiled and she
\nSpoke of losing two dogs
\nBoth poisoned and we
\nFelt the disharmony
\nKnew the regret
\nI live at Number 15
\nWhat they had ate
\nI have no idea
\nbut they died in great pain
\nRolling over and over
\nThey were insane
\nA deliberate horror
\nShe said to me
\nIts to do with the haunting
\nAnd walked off
\nTo see
\nAnd feel her remarks
\nAnd the dream I had had
\nThe knock at the door
\nThat demon bad
\nWith my Dog Helga
\nWho clearly was there
\nTo be the Protector
\nHer spirit to share <\/p>\n
I never saw her ever again
\nAnd when there was a knock
\nAt The door I refrain
\nFrom getting up
\nLet them knock let them knock
\nLet them come back in the light
\nI Don\u2019t need a shock
\nWhat I saw
\nIt will never leave me
\nNow that is for sure
\nIts sockets were black
\nAnd just oozing with gore
\nThe vilest forbodings
\nOf that I was sure<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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