In a deadly cat-mouse game.
Is the only option.
Some stare blankly into walls,
As if seeing the secrets of stars and not understanding,
While others prefer self-mutilation,
Tearing into their own flesh.
Foolish enough to still have hope
(Hope! The plauge agaist
This punishment that is their misery)
They shall not fight for long...
They say will save them.
The masters have forgotten,
Do they know?
To look after, and protect
Royal decendants of friends
Do they know they are hated?
Dark and forboding
Emotionless
Circle them
He has a reason,
Though he is unsure of it now.
An animagi, not in perfect control,
He shifts in and out of his form
Of't getting caught between,
Hideous,
A monster of half dog
And half human.
Soon he knows is the time
When he will gather what strength he has left
And will leave.
Until then, he is still lost
