Once a gentle, giving soul
Now turned to heedless rage
Something happened to change him
Certainly it was beyond his control
Could it have been rejection
A lady who scorned you?
Nay, it was something far closer to home
Someone you could not escape
Bound to him by blood and Oath
He cared not for the suffering of others
What release can one seek from suffering
Save death by one's own hand?
There was a way for him
A way to release hurt turned to rage
Should not others suffer as he did?
Yes, that is how he sought release
The wounds of his spirit
Were mirrored in wounds he created
It must make the pain seem less
To see another's life slip away
Perhaps it makes one's own loss less to bear
Seeing it with his own two eyes
Rather than to feel the constant sting
Of a parent's rejected love.