By tanner koza

A story,

No matter what glory,

his ears would hear ridicule.

His fault, he was a mere fool.

Daggers entering his chest,

It was agony he confessed.

Blades being removed quickly,

placed again painfully.

Mastering pain,

driving him insane,

hidden wounds wasting him away,

keeping drops of blood from falling day by day.

He would not show weakness.

Only strength and nothing less.

His pack gathering around,

questions answered without a sound.

He thought it was unity.

His only clue was their cruelty,

but finally he can conceive,

and only in himself does he believe.

Realizing real freinds do not provoke,

do not treat him as a jester without a joke,

but stands beside him without fear.

Stands there when a Beast is near.