Deep under the land of dark
lived a dog who never barked.
Filled with sadness, filled with ire,
for this dog was wreathed in fire.

No one ever dared come near;
Even psychos would keep clear.
Flaming fur, you might agree,
warranted no company.

Although friends were often sought,
his efforts were all for naught.
If you pet a dog of flame,
you'll have only you to blame.

Deep within the fiery springs,
cut down by a sword of kings.
Thought it was the end of things,
now lives on in diamond rings.