Black Dog - A poem

Black dog
Lost in a lust to hurt
You bore me
Even as you tear
Red-eyed at scars
Already sated
Lost in a lust to hurt
You bore me


Laughing lion
Radiant, indifferent
Myth of my making
Shake your mane
And yawn
Let the world shudder and hum
Radiant and indifferent
Myth of my making