Little Hellhound

I found a little black puppy,

His eyes were deep red.

They oddly glowed hot

Right from his head!

He howled and snarled

All through the night,

He’d set fires whenever

He sensed my delight.

Sometimes I’d find him

Walking right up the wall.

He’ll float in the kitchen,

Or transform the hall

Into a horrid corridor

Made of melting skin.

I think he’s from hell.

Maybe I shouldn’t have

Taken this puppy in.