Monster or man?: The witcher poem
He came the day the monsters raised,
when the Conjunction of the Spheres catalyzed.
He was given up for the mage to collect,
to become a part of the witchers sect.
He may have been A Child of Surprise,
but the certainty is only three survives.
In Kaer Morhen the sinister work began,
for him to become a mutated man.
Magical herbs and fungus he was to eat,
if he was the inhumane trails to complete.
The Trail of the Grasses he underwent,
that day he understood what real pain meant.
The process of mutation has costed him the worst kind of trauma,
but that's what call the magical chaos of karma.
He went through suffering and agonizing pain,
but for what to gain?
He was taught the craft to kill and slaughter,
for him never to have a son or a daughter.
He is what the mage created,
feared or loved, but mostly hated.
We ask ourselves is he a monster or a man?,
when he kills with a forged or coated blade by his hand.
He travels the Continent far and wide,
to silence the nightmares that give you the fright.
But what to you is it worth?,
for him to behead monsters of this Earth.
Toss him a coin,
and your monster hunt he is bound to join.