Alone
When he was young he lost it all,
By his brother hand on another's call.
The images were burned right into his cones.
Hatred flooded his veins; he was alone.
He trained all day long
While the years treaded on,
Feeding his vengeance as he became prone
To destroying the kin who made his alone.
Temptation grew stronger
As he grew a hunger
For the strength that Evil has shown.
He had no one to lose for when he went rogue he was alone.
He soon got his wish,
but the truth came out quick.
What really occurred was not what he has known.
Regret real him in closer; he is more than alone.
A rival not friend.
He walks a path that is doomed to end.
But though his heart is made of stone
And darkness is the matter of his bones,
This war goes on because he is alone.