There exists a hunger deep
Buried in the ice and snow
Waiting for the seasons’ change
To be released and leave to go.
What will you think upon that hour
When the beast flies from within
And rips the world with all its power
And shines a light on all your sin.
The heart is wicked to the core
And trusting it can take you down
But we were taught to follow there
Right behind hell’s precious hound.
A Soul's Walk 
after a number of rereads I still have to say your mid stanza is just so intense and powerful, really awe-inspiring. Take care, Que
Thank you Que. Cheers.
What a dark side of the human heart you reveal here, soulwalker–following the hounds of Hell! Yes, that does seem to be the case many times in this particular election cycle.
you have brought out such a deep topic with so much dignity and beauty….its amazing.
Loved all your poems. Keep up the great work 🙂