Devil's Moor

Ignoring Hilary, 

Dull Silver said: 

 "To The Pit and back 

To Tooth. 

With both mutt and brat.

He took none, 

Send me alone 

To the end of the world!

I wasn't ready, 

Neither is he. 

I'm gonna be stuck 

In Devil's Moor 

To knee!" 

Silver opened the door of the hut. 

Face grim,

Watching dust falling 

Through the dim 

Like gray snow. 

Balance lost, 

 Hilary landed on rotten boards, 

Obvious, what had here gnawed. 

"Rats!" she thought. 

Tiger was brought, 

 Sought comfort, 

Sought warmth 

In Hilary's arms.

He lifted his head 

To check 

 The smells in the room, 

And Hilary held him more tight.