Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Renault Mégane

All day and all night long
And everywhere I go
I am stalked and haunted
By these cursed black dogs,
These elegant Gallic hounds,

That always hunt alone
Or sit and wait in yards or drive-ways
Or the curb-side facing my front door,
Or over-take me on the roads,
Their bright eyes glistening in the rain,

And always seem to be silent,
Just waiting, watching, weighing on me,
A constant reminder of a dark Ice Queen,
The goddess from the black hillside who
Drives them on and would be their master.