Waking to the burning of light,Before my rise I feel the pain,sore as I think in vain,Ashamed at what I had soon realized little,t’was the day-the day after festival.I a poor man had helped dissolve a dispute between my derelict and duty,To survive upon the feast that was this festival,for I cannot even afford mere vegetable.But I deride from truth,the truth in realizing my present form,I was no longer adorned with shagged wear,for the only thing I bore was my skin bare.I managed to prop my pale and frail self to stand, and standing,Distant and fading was a tower of smoke that morphed into clouds.The village was remote and I set forth in search of answers and clothing in humiliation’s stead,but what had succumbed to my passing out? Had I managed a drink or two?Or had I fallen ill to rest?I a m wiped of memory.Progression was a tricky endeavor and I came to with fate falling to my knees.To this day I still cannot manage to see past an unlimited count of people that had stretched effortlessly before me; staring into a separate glance.I only saw the tainted walls of filthy,ebony red.It was fine wine that adorned streets and roofs and rather long ornate streamers;some large and some small. Amidst the presence of demonized humiliation I felt a force steal a glance into my direction and felt my bumps rise,seeking to scurry from this nameless gaze.But all too quickly,and soundly there began a Low bellow from the bowels of all blackness.Motionless as I was,dog or behemoth,beast of nature,there was no winning option;flight or fight,bony knuckles versus sharpened nails of knives,I turned through the minutes and our countenance locked shut. It was then,and it is now,that I hold dear the phrase“Woe to the unwary wandered who waiver life, and lay eyes upon fanged-feeder”for this wolf was now seated in my throne of a Nightmare;but surely,this monster was not reason for this mess made,it should have ended by man's pike and blade.Oddity and fortune did play parallel and paralyze for dinner.If by chance a chalice of fear was spilt then by chance I changed in cup.It curtly canceled and paced in mind to alter to pace to pool of wine and I stared at it and it stared into the mirror.I decided,maybe poorly,follow fear and herald humor itself and play at the man-eater’s game.I reached its side and, hesitant to mirror, looked into an ocean red.Once more-my knees fell to the shore.My mind focused and cold,without inkling to consider merry thought,my mouth fell open as air smothered away,and I froze—And I felt for my ebony snout—I felt for my moonlit eyes—I felt for my towering ears—Teeth so stretched, and coating so black that shame shadow.Reflection with swaying hands, what was only left to see?It was staring focused back at me. The figure of a beast carved hard in a twin fixed soul--What had I done? Yesterday,time herself was set persistent,preemptive in postponing this one’s score? I presume I slept long enough—and know two shall happily starve nevermore.