Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

Cerberus

From miles away, he heard it. Less a growl
than pine woods splintering in some great storm
or earthquake rumble. And its breath was warm,
a rushing wall of dogbreath stink. Its howl-

for sometimes its three heads screamed in their sleep.
The dreams of those in Hell are dreams of Hell
and of its tortures. And Hell's beasts as well
feel pain and nightmare. Its six eyes would weep

dreaming of chasing some gigantic hare
it never caught, and snapping at prey' heels
and tangling its three necks. Cerberus feels
more knots than necks. Orpheus strokes him there

just where the pain is. Strokes behind the ear
And sings to the poor beast. Forgets his fear
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