Werebeast

A knight in shining armor, the fool in chains, Both the same person, covered in bloodstains. The hero has no saviour, No one sees he's distress, Abused and broken, soul stole from his chest The lucky few who are able make himself into beast, No longer feels the pain of being a man at least. For the beast has no ego to cause him to yearn, Accolades and praise are no longer the concern. The man has to much pride, always needing to win, While the beast's only concern is living life to the end. Power cannot be taught, weakness is what you resist, To stay alive your purpose, and fear can't exist. Homosapiens lived in fear, because they realized mortality, The weak left to die, while the strong deal with the morality. Veracity. a superfluous emotion, unknown by the meek, Today's society has grown timid, unmotivated and weak. Remember my child, don't follow the masses into the storm, No matter the weather, you are not part of the norm. The werebeast inside you, it guides you to fight, When you shift to your true form in the still of the night. Not feeling the pain, although you're bloody from war, For I made you the beast, like my father before. Do not fear the world, for the world will fear you, But remember to be honest, to thine own self be true.