Primrose

If hellhounds were horses

The eyes of a demon

A soul black as coal 

Gnashing of teeth 

With an unsettling goal 

 

The clicking of hooves 

As they prowl the grounds

Watching for intruders 

It’s a hellish sound 

 

This guardian demon

Made of fire and coal 

Keeps out intruders 

Looking for innocent souls 

 

Such beautiful creatures 

Mane and tail made of fire 

Eerily watching 

Knowing your deepest desires

 

These beasts so terrifying 

Their intent is not to harm 

But to keep this place safe

Guarding their farm    

 

A beautiful black 

A tad bit on fire

These beastly creatures 

Provide protection from ire