Talk:Hellhound/@comment-28929693-20161001023604

Hooks of cobalt, chains of steel

I shall cook up a mighty meal

for tonight's the night I must run.

And it won't be fucking fun

I have to run now quick quick quick

Or ill be deader than shit shit shit.

Run now, fast ,your legs shall Sprint,

With a potion of speed, your Sprint hits it limit

Tho you have escaped for now

The Hellhound is on the prowl

Looking for her next meal

And it is you who she shall steal.