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Drink your wine slowly  

Placed in the middle,
the beasts circle
Methodically pacing,
staring at me, glaring
wicked eyes, never wavering

Walls crumble,
rubble gathers 
on the outer ring
Gates laid to waste,
locks broken and shattered
All protection dissipates
I can not move for fear

Angry skies bellow
in dark cloud screams
Toxic echoes call
repeating, 
repeating, 
repeating . . .

They bare their teeth
Once mortal enemies
now a pack to incite 
I see their breath
the cold mist flows
acrid flumes swirling 

Closer they move,
smaller circles of footprints
Snow is falling,
red eyes in white flurries
Snarling at their meal,
prancing full fur

The audience chants
in a foreign tongue I kind of recognize
Waving banners bearing hearts
Cheering them on, (I think)
praising, worshipping 

I am the bait, their prey
chained to the ground
I can’t run, I can’t run
It’s fight or die
No, it’s fight and die
I am ready, I have been ready

All that I have known is lost
Voices now distant,
hands pulled aside,
faces turned in a downward direction
Beliefs rearranged,
following the fear
Laughter for the one who falls
Pointed fingers and popcorn

The forest creeps among the dying trees
Closer still they come
My heart is beating rapidly
but death will be welcome
I know I will not be alone
Once I am gone they will turn,
find another to stalk
Their hunger is too great,
never satisfied

The alpha smiles,
he knows, I know
He can’t be beaten
his stench is hatred,
his eyes see only himself
He has no mirror and needs none,
he is he and that is that matters

The pack follows orders,
they rip my flesh
A frenzy of blood and bone
I bear the pain but it is for nothing
Falling to my knees,
holding my head high, exposing my throat
Take my voice, take my words
swallow them, fill your disgusting bellies with me,
leave nothing behind

The crowd celebrates
Confetti is tossed 
filling the gaping wounds,
Covering what is left
nothing is left,
nothing remains

And as quickly as it has begun
it ends, I end, I am no more
I was nothing but a meal
Food for the wicked
Nourishment for the hate
Death to all who don’t follow

The victory dance begins,
enjoy the show, 
savor the slaughter while you can
from the safety of your chair
Anticipating the howl
beyond this frosted screen
and drink your wine slowly . . .
for you may very well
be next
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