Dying to Amuse You.

Blood stains linger
Etched on the cold grey floor
A fight to the death;
Friends become enemies;
Torture becomes entertainment.

Yells from the crowd
encourage their brawl
Friendly barks become snarls
Paw prints rimmed with blood
Fur glistening scarlet.

With death they claim their money
Their blood shall fill their pockets
Stains are all that serve in their memory
The bets have been placed;
Let them die.