Darkwood Stalker
Lurking in the shadows, haunting twilight
Strings an arrow into his bow
Not a deer, or other helpless creature he stalks
Something that was once like him is in his sight
Also does he seek his heart's desire
Perhaps, a lady that is not his
Ever seeking tormentor unseen
Not living, but a remnant of radiant trees
Nothing will stay him from the thing he seeks
Even if countless lives must be taken
The fire of his father he has inherited
Receiving little of his mother's gentleness
No love for his kin does he bear
Coveting what is not rightly his
Spilled blood warms his cold sword
Innocents he left to starve in the woods
Soon to receive what he has dealt to so many
Too long has retribution waited in stillness
Justice will be done to a murderer
Justice not given by his name
Called the Fair, was he not?
Certainly fair in body and face
But not to those who see his eyes
Eyes that reflect the monster beneath