The Lover - Hound

Magic is a dangerous thing,

The elders always said.

At times, it leaves you utterly maimed.

At times, utterly mad.

Sometimes it will crush your soul,

Sometimes steal your breath.

Often, it plays and plots with Fate,

Making you wish for death.

There was a boy who loved a girl

Too beautiful for his reach.

With Magic, he turned into a hound,

In a gallant attempt to fleech.

He became her friend, her guard and guide,

Her angel in deepest dark.

Yet, he never confessed his love.

He still preferred to bark.

One day, her saw her wailing alone,

His name did she moan.

"How much! How much! I love this boy!

Oh! Where has he gone?"

He wagged his tale, "Now I'll turn- 

And claim I am here!"

Alas! He could not change back.

His life a nightmare! 

He saw her fall ill calling him,

Craving for him, she died,

Never knowing why her hound 

Would whimper by her side.

She left the world telling him- 

"Shyness in life is lame." 

That night sad howls in hollow woods,

Echoed till morning came.

And the Lover- Hound still howls today,

Telling us his tale,

Of love found and never touched,

Of meaning never stale

That "always walk on simple path

Before the winding way.

Magic may give you highest stars,

But the price will be high to pay."