a/n:a chain rhyme, which is accidentally also a drabble:-)
POV of the Dartmoor convict.
Hunted down
An echoing wail; a haunting cry from a distant tor.
A mournful howl which could chill the blood;
An unearthly sound.
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An unearthly sound; a demon roaming the windswept moor;
I stopped, and I listened, and I understood.
I had heard the hound.
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I had heard the hound; a creature unleashed from the depths of hell;
And I ran, though I feared that I ran in vain.
It had found my trail.
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It had found my trail, and I tried to escape, though I knew full well
It was hard on my heels; as I heard again
An echoing wail.
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