"Hounds"

He raised hounds to search out his meat.
He raised hounds to eat his homework, every night.
He raised hounds to starve and attack out rashly.
He raised hounds to capture the setting sun.
He raised hounds to let him flee his country
when worse came to worst.
He raised hounds to fetch the tennis balls he hit
when no one was there to return.
He raised hounds hellishly expounding on his failure.
He raised hounds to bark at the door, never mind who
stood just outside.
He raised hounds for an army ever on his side.
He raised hounds to carry his food, water, and money.
He raised hounds to lick and love him with
steely red tongues sharper than ravens' claws.
He raised hounds bold and unscrupulous, ever hungry.
And in the end, he raised hounds to dine
on he, the master of all these, and more.