Death? I don't know what it is. <br />But this I know - that death <br />Is twice as deep with despair. <br />I am frightened of the Grey Dog whose eyes <br />Are two red holes; whose body is a sheet <br />Which chokes; whose tooth <br />Will gnaw a living hell from cold <br />And tumble thoughts to ruin in his throat. <br /> <br />I am frightened of the Grey Dog whose tongue <br />Will burn the blood to dry; whose claws <br />Will cut the wounds which close; <br />Whose growl <br />Is a terrible token of no light, no love, no longing - <br />Only a mingling of mad misery and despair.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grey-dog-of-despair/
