Beware the hellhound that stalks the night,

The eyes like fire at the edge of sight.

A thing of evil, pure malice born,

A maw of fire, within souls are torn.

A curse that chases you to death,

Removes from you your final breath.

A phantom dog with teeth like knives,

Devours good and wicked lives.

Beware, say I, of that hellish hound,

For what it seeks will soon be found.