The Beasts

Trammel through the halls with war on your mind. The army must forestall the enemy in the night. Fever grips the wizard as hallow comes the ball. Ladies dance, and boys now prance up and down the hall. We see them in the balcony configuring a call. When last he heard the symphony he trembled by the wall. What have you taken now inside the crystal stairs? The men will come, and beasts will plow without a warning there. You howl into the night like a wolf without a call. The next day you have left the site, to think now how it galls.