Rules

Respect the rules. Some stretching is all right,
Some bending, some retreating from the field,
Some rules might be amended or repealed,
But disrespect had best not come to light
When we examine you. We felt a slight
Last winter, some misprision was revealed,
Some bald dismay, but we refused to yield.
Make enemies. Change nothing. Fear the night.

We used to be intrepid, in the past,
But now we're frightened, as we ought to be.
The secret to not feeling wholly free
Is writing down these thoughts, from first to last,
And giving up your dreams. Wake up. Walk fast.
But never think you'll walk away from me.