A/N: This is based on a weird idea of mine about Houndoom feeling extreme pain or even dying when exposed to sunlight (vampire-like, you know). It's probably not true, and I don't really believe it myself, but I like this poem, so meh. Basically, the story behind it is that this Houndoom in particular has to go out into the open a lot and hunt there all night, so he has to run very quickly when he sees the sun is rising.
Run and run,
away from the sun,
away from its rays,
away from the days.
Running away from the rays of the sun,
away from my death I am forced to run.
Chasing the night,
I flee from the light,
the sunrise so bright,
with all of my might.
Running away from the red of the dawn,
I am and will always be destiny’s pawn.
I pant in the dark;
the run left its mark.
There’s blood on my paws,
drenching my claws.
Running away from the rage of the light,
knowing I’m stuck in a hopeless fight.
I’m all out of breath,
awaiting my death.
The sun will soon rise;
that orb I despise.
I failed to survive so my fate was sealed;
soon my pain will be over, my wounds will be healed…