PRAY

He holds the room

in his vicious paw

controls the attendants

with his gaze

maintains their silence

with a cough.

Eyes follow his movements

and legs jitter at his frowns.

If these folk had souls

they'd be his

but they were sold

to a greater god

far earlier.

This beast before them

is who they worship

unknowingly.

Not some principle

they barely recognize,

but he.

To him, they pray.

To him, they're prey.