Writing A Short Piece [PG] [poem]

[Amorphous]

If ever fresh the little hounds
Barking at my door continue on
Like mangled dead bolts in metal
That twist and swerve about
Do not stop to think twice
Of this very faithful endeavor
May they have mercy granted
Upon their ever lasting souls
May the shotgun cocked and loaded
Grant salvation upon their eyes
May the gentle precise clench
Of a trigger finger bind them
And bring them peace and harmony.

Just a sudden urge to write, nothing else really. Comments, anything at all? Go ahead seriously.