The Wolf and His Pride
The magic starts, and you forget to breathe. The clock goes at it and batters the air with it's dictating voice. The floor removes your care for tomorrow, and your steps are the calculated strike! Today is the remnants of Yesterday's careless remainders. And tomorrow is sure to follow Suit. Keep your chin up and your eyes down. The promise of a breech in contract, you've vowed to live as long as you can. This is the day of the dogs and we are ravenous. Don't you dare turn your back to this! We have a nose and a taste for the flawed. Snarling and clicking our teeth, we salivate at the thought of you and you're tantalizing neck. This is the feast of a lifetime, and the kill of the day. We are watching. Oh, yes, are we watching! You will slip up and we wil applaud, and celebrate your failure with our full bellies. We are all counting on you.