The purist form of innocence

Destined to be man’s best friend:

He licks, he loves;

He is loyal until the end.

Fate went wrong:

Love Deprived, Starved

In a sociopath’s tainted care.

Alone, locked up in a cage half his size.

No one to hear his whimpering cries.

Neglected by a monster,

Who gets off to the pup's saddened, lonely, drooping eyes

He shrivels in the corner, shaken by fear.

Wondering what he did to deserve

Such hateful sin.

Tortured by day,

Weaker each night.

Just as he goes, to close his eyes,

Dreaming forever that this was his life:

The troops bust in,

Rescue the hound,

Slam evil to the ground,

And lock him in a place where darkness surrounds.