Unseeing Wrath Of Baptise Lycan

He gathered his belonging and threw upon him his cloak
Where he greeted his weeping home of the forest, the oak
The way was made clear as the passage appeared
The gathering of the lycanthropes, to return to them their one soul
For without it she would die and the forest to cry alone
For the duke of hearts feared its secrets
The gathering coursed through the night, of plans to return it home
When he put his ear up to the door to hear, a thud
The horses and knights where upon them.

"ruuun for your lives" - baptise.

Screamed the man, "or we will all be done"
As his brothers changed shapes of beasts and went to run
The door split, and the brother of the moon was caught
From the view of his wooden cage he approached the heart mansion
Bound and thrown to the ground like a dog
The duke asked what tricks the lycans had been up to.

With no reply but wit and humour, the duke lost his temper, a tad bit sooner
He trusted the brand into the man's eyes and blinded him for life.

"what will we do with him sir? Shall we finish him?" knight of hearts
"no, let him live, i want him to remember my face as the last thing his meaningless
Existence would see" duke of hearts
Left in the woods with only the trees guide him home
His rage grew inside, and he approached the guild to change his life.

But first he must bleed the innocence of a cub, under a moonlight sky
He moved to the forest and stepped foot into the mist
Fearing what lay ahead, he prayed the mother be gone
So he could steal the precious son, the transformation done
Deep he reached into this den, when a brush of fur had surprised him
He dragged it out, held its mouth
And ran with it where he had a clear view of the sky.

The blade did slit and whimpers did emit
As the blood turned silver dripping to his tongue.

A body now changed his hate did glow like a flame
Blindly he ran to the heart of his problems
Scaling walls beyond guards wisdom
When he came upon a glass window, where duke's voice did echo
"foolish lad, it would bring me great joy to see him blindly wander the woods alone" - duke of hearts
Wrath you have never witnessed before
As baptise ripped through the glass
And swiped blindly and violently
He felt bones turn to dust and the flesh rained from the air
He did not stop until the screams so did.

"my existence may be meaningless
But to exist at all at this stage is a blessing, i'm sure you would agree" - baptise.

Searching surrounds with no avail of his soul
The deep rage he had settled and died
Where he approached the oak sick at him once more, and stroked it affectionately
An arrow pierced his heart
Blood covered the ground and flew between the cracks, touching roots
His life faded away as the leaves shot from the trees branches.