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Night of the Black Dog - Paradelle(Dark/Halloween)

`Tis Spectre hound, of sinister iniquity, the night doth beget `Tis Spectre hound, of sinister iniquity, the night doth beget  Fierce, fiery, foreboding eyes seek sullied souls of the dead Fierce, fiery, foreboding eyes seek sullied souls of the dead Seek, dead souls; of foreboding, sinister, sullied iniquity `Tis fiery eyes doth beget, of fierce Spectre Hound, the night And, stalk in crimson blood his vile restrain, didst he bequeath And, stalk in crimson blood his vile restrain, didst he bequeath Besieged, whilst shrouded in silent shadow, sacred seraphs shudder Besieged, whilst shrouded in silent shadow, sacred seraphs shudder Crimson shadows, shrouded in seraphs sacred blood, he didst stalk And; bequeath his vile shudder, whilst besieged in silent restrain  Whence fetid breath, potent and foul, dost cast ‘gainst the witches nape, Whence fetid breath, potent and foul, dost cast ‘gainst the witches nape, Lest spells wouldst chant, by baleful moon, of sole hallows eve set forth Lest spells wouldst chant, by baleful moon, of sole hallows eve set forth And; the witches chant potent spells ‘gainst nape of foul, fetid breath Whence lest, by baleful moon set forth, wouldst cast sole hallows eve `Tis sinister, in sullied iniquity, the foreboding night beget His fierce restrain, shrouded in crimson blood, he doth bequeath Fiery eyes stalk the souls of the dead, besieged by foul shadow Whilst vile breath, potent and fetid, dost seek of seraphs sacred nape Lest witches wouldst chant of spells, set ‘gainst baleful silent moon And, whence sole hallows eve cast forth, Spectre Hound didst shudder ~

Copyright © September 2005 Mary J Coffman

Additional Notes:
I wrote this in honor of "Halloween." One of the most chilling omens of death in English folklore is the large, spectral demon dog called “Black Dog.” A death omen comes to collect souls and if you have the misfortune to see Black Dog - expect death to come within a year. Ghostly Black Dogs are distinguished from normal flesh and blood black dogs by their large yellow or red glowing eyes (sometimes only one), and their ability to appear out of thin air, or into and out of the ground. The demon dog is about the size of a calf and sometimes even appears headless ! When Black Dog comes to claim his victims his bone-chilling howls can be heard rising above the wind. His feet make no sound, but people can feel his hot breath on their necks. The dog is seen as both the guardian and consumer of dead spirits, as it flies through the sky looking for lost souls. It was said that, on “All Hallows Eve,” witches would chant spells to drive Black Dog away, so the souls condemned to purgatory would find rest. The origins of the “Black Dog” have been lost in the mists of time but most likely originated from the Vikings who feared the hound of their god Odin All-Father, and brought their tales and lore to England.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2005-10-03 19:21:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.91892
Hi.......Boo, Your in the spirit of Halloween with your specteral demon dog. Tis Spectre hound, of sinister iniquity, the night doth beget lots of 's's'/tis/spectre/sinister/like a dog hissing. doth begot/very English. 'f's'Fierce, fiery, foreboding 'e's'eyes seek 's's seeek sullied souls Then all tied together: Seek, dead souls; of foreboding, sinister, sullied iniquity `Tis fiery eyes doth beget, of fierce Spectre Hound, the night This is fun to read aloud/I'm frothy mouthed. Lots of alliterations......'f'w's'b'c's Neat use, of England's verbiage. This is perfect for Hallows Eve, good job. love; sinister, foreboding, shrouded bequeath stalk foul vile breath, fetid, spectre shudder these words set the spooky scenery........................... fun, to be frightened, I shudder too. I'll be inside all that night. Dellena


This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-09-30 16:03:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.65517
I have heard of this folk tale before. Yes it can be chilling if you believe in such stuff, but I don't. I am not sure about the repetition of lines here. Perhaps it's some sort of poetry format I'm not familiar with. Perhaps it's really meant to be put to music/song. BOO ! In any case I read it three times. The third time I enjoyed it dark as it is.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2005-09-28 20:37:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.83019
Mary, Sorry it took so long for me to get around to reviewing this one for you. What a unique and intrigueing structure, form. Old English verbiage coupled with old English (Elizbethan) style is so refreshing even if the context is spooky as well it should be for which it was penned. I could hear the lead speak and the chorus behind follow with the same line (old theatre), LOL, this is just great and so very different. Thank you so much for this delightful treat, it sings and vibrates. Also, thanks for the little history lesson in notes. Kudos Best always, Lora
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