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Black Dog - II
The trucker felt a vague sense of unease
His lips trembled; his hands were on his knees
He was shaken and broke out in a cold sweat
His forehead, neck, even his palms were wet
He turned on the ignition but the engine spluttered
“That stupid beast…” - he quietly muttered
What to do now, he kept searching his brain
As he kept trying the engine again and again
The engine finally started but he felt no relief
He noticed he was still shaking like a leaf
Was it the spectral stories he heard before tonight?
But he never saw such a phantom dog in plain sight
Two sightings were meant to bring bad luck
Dismissing those images he started his truck
He gripped the wheel and engaged the gear
But he could not explain this panic and fear
A tingling feeling ran up and down his spine
All he knew in the vicinity was a parallel train line
On both sides of the highway, no help to seek
All of a sudden, he felt too drained and weak
As he felt the growing pain in his chest
“Tomorrow I better have complete rest”
The trucker drove nervously in silence for a while
He had probably covered little more than a mile
Fervently wishing the ride would come to an end
He slowed down as he approached a bend
What happened after that, one can only guess
Maybe a malfunction, an accident or some distress
A hoarse cry escaped the trucker's dry lips
Glass shards rained on him like potato chips
And he felt his body propelled straight ahead
More than the agony, he felt fear and dread
As he twisted about on the hard, rocky ground
Once more appeared in front of him the same hound
Crooked fangs bared and brutish eyes aflame
What was its relentless pursuit, what was its aim?
His eyes grew heavy as he saw the dissolving hound
His unsteady, tortured breathing was the only sound
In the distant horizon appeared the first sign of day
By then, his life force had already bled away.......
His lips trembled; his hands were on his knees
He was shaken and broke out in a cold sweat
His forehead, neck, even his palms were wet
He turned on the ignition but the engine spluttered
“That stupid beast…” - he quietly muttered
What to do now, he kept searching his brain
As he kept trying the engine again and again
The engine finally started but he felt no relief
He noticed he was still shaking like a leaf
Was it the spectral stories he heard before tonight?
But he never saw such a phantom dog in plain sight
Two sightings were meant to bring bad luck
Dismissing those images he started his truck
He gripped the wheel and engaged the gear
But he could not explain this panic and fear
A tingling feeling ran up and down his spine
All he knew in the vicinity was a parallel train line
On both sides of the highway, no help to seek
All of a sudden, he felt too drained and weak
As he felt the growing pain in his chest
“Tomorrow I better have complete rest”
The trucker drove nervously in silence for a while
He had probably covered little more than a mile
Fervently wishing the ride would come to an end
He slowed down as he approached a bend
What happened after that, one can only guess
Maybe a malfunction, an accident or some distress
A hoarse cry escaped the trucker's dry lips
Glass shards rained on him like potato chips
And he felt his body propelled straight ahead
More than the agony, he felt fear and dread
As he twisted about on the hard, rocky ground
Once more appeared in front of him the same hound
Crooked fangs bared and brutish eyes aflame
What was its relentless pursuit, what was its aim?
His eyes grew heavy as he saw the dissolving hound
His unsteady, tortured breathing was the only sound
In the distant horizon appeared the first sign of day
By then, his life force had already bled away.......
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Black Dog - II
Black Dog - II
