everything is Black until it's White

They circle the perimeter
Looking for a way in.
A pack of dogs
all black, all hungry
Driven by instinct
to feast on troubled souls.

Inside the castle.
Behind a moat.
With only one way in.
The occupant feels safe.
There is only one switch
that can lower the drawbridge
Only he has the power.
As long as his mind is peaceful
and his heart pure
the drawbridge will remain upright
and his fortress unbreachable.

There he sits content and safe.
There they sit patiently.

Something shifts in his mind.
A thought of no consequence arises.
His mood changes
His stomach churns
He's losing control
Control of his mind
Control of the switch

It flips and the draw bridge
slowly opens.
The dogs are up and about now
pacing, drooling, howling

Their patience will be rewarded soon.

The heavy drawbridge crashes into place on the far side of the moat.

And they're in.

The occupant confused,
present in body but not mind
will be an easy kill for the black pack.
Saliva and drool is everywhere
as they hunt.

Cornered but not yet devoured, the occupant speaks to us all..... all the troubled souls, to the universe, to all the gods that ever were.

"May you never meet these monsters
In a game of hide and seek
For they only hunt the strong ones
And they know that you're not weak
Their patience will astound you
As they see you as a meal
And the more that you enjoy life
Then the more they have to steal"

The packs greed will be their downfall.
Their eyes fixed only on the meal ahead.
They don't notice the parapet and
what appears there......white dogs not black.
They have no desire for black dog blood
only the saving of the poor soul whose words brought them there.

Will he be saved?

Well I was.