I am the Hound that walks the heavens, gleaming, glittering, impossibly cold.
I am the Hound that travels starlight, cloaked in shadows, wreathed in gold.
I am the Hound who waits and listens, beneath the moon, black, bold.
I am the Hound that holds the moon in its teeth, watchful despite the need to sleep- whispering to the world beneath of promises between us to keep.