Peter Stumpp.

Some stories start with birth
And close with gay amends
My means shan’t be just’fied
By my inev’table ends
Now even villianrie
Cannot be simply spoke
Are men not beasts at heart?
Mor’l as simple moke
I’ve walked in Lykaons shoes
And spoke with Fenrir’s tongue
Worked for Lucifer
Since I was but young
The devil saw to me
Gifted an artifact
A belt of wolven skin
And with it I’d contract
Lycanthropy
To don the devil’s ‘tire
To become free at last
From man’s great power held
By law and lavish flask
The drunkenness of power
Clouds the sharpest eyes
And dulls the greatest minds
With its dom’nating highs
And so I lifted then
My gate of freedom high
And spoke aloud
Of men I’d slaught
on pagan’s flesh I’d dine
For Devil, as he had become
This Savior of myne.
And so their treasured peace
Was shattered with their hope
I slaught and ate each one
Escaping irons and rope
Each time blood was spilled
My heart leapt and would sing
For man is the true demon
My devil’s made me king
Man and woman, gran and babe
Murdered, eaten, and the
Others, fighting for but one
Consumed by fright do flee
Of selfishness I’ve been absolved
For I do not slaught for i
I slaught for he who birth-ed me
Whom freedom’s birth-ed by
However long I killed for
Perhaps five and twenty year
For the first time in this era
I was conscious of some fear
A man survived my fang and he
Dared to, at His child!, jeer
His dying laugh I always hear.
I sensed myne death approaching
As did each man with knife and sword
I heard my name as sev’ral spoke
It with malicious, bloody chord
This is the ending to my tale?
I’d done his work, I’d slaught our foe
Had I erred, or did I fail?
For what then did I undergo
These massacres?
On bloody wheel I’m placed with evil past
At least something has seen
As many deaths as I have caused
What once was purpose; now obscene
So slow this death, so much pain
Where has my saviour gone?
Perhaps in next life will I see
What others have forgone
And so I breathe my final breath
My sight, then sound, recede
Should I regret or look toward
A life where I’ll succeed