A Dog

I saw a dog once, it was very beautiful and haunting. 

It's fur a dark blue-black and eyes of gold flecks and amber.

I thought I was seeing things, there was no possible way a dog could be that beautiful.

It was very large and sleek, its fur looked like oil.

I could have swore I was hallucinating, where could this dog have come from.

It was staring at me very intently, trying to communicate in some unspoken language.

I felt like it was reading my every move, my every thought.

It would move in time with my movements, like it was reflecting me through its oily fur.

I tried to walk away but every move I made it followed, seeming as if it were stalking me.

It stopped, almost like it was stuck in place.

I was outside of the gate now, finally out of the cemetery, the dog vanishing at the gate.

It was gone, I didn't go back for fear of seeing the hauntingly beautiful, sinister dog again.