Background Information: Quick, random, and inspired by canine beasts of mythology such as Cerberus. =) Name: McGilly, Gilly for short. Thus, this poem is (c) Gilly/McGilly Setting: It can apply to really any timeline. Genre: A kind of generic historical fiction, maybe drama. Dogs of War The paws that tread the smoking night Tinged with red, eyes glinting, alight Through trench and over mountain Water falling from the sky, a miserable fountain Dripping lamely off a sleek pelt Black and brown, ragged, but almost like felt Scarred madly upon their hides Yet still their handlers' pride Ears pricked to the sound of danger And other things much stranger Metal and flesh, dirt and bone Upon the enemy they hone Cerberus would be proud of what they have become The dogs of war, let slip so that the conflict is won.
