For who the moral?

Not human, also not quite animal for monster I am called. These fables both animals and I fall between. Though closer to beast I see, which side of moral am I meant to be? Mercy should have on human or on me? No pity nor none ‘kinbute’ I receive. If lion be ruler, than should not I get mercy? But subject I am also not. Estranged and wretched, away I always roamed.

Moral or no, my action be fair. My kin you kill and mercy then was none. For no mercy I receive. No mercy could receive. Even with animal, I somewhere in between. Once of human, but through Cain no more. Had I received mercy, if could, what would I be? Where would I fall in this tale? Lion both beast and ruler, but still more beast than common. No ruler and almost beast, but then pity should I have shown for such a deed? Still dead, son and I no more, no kinbute could be made both ways no pity or mercy shown.

Matters not for alone I still be. No more so no need for any.

What of kin?

Human though I not be, this Sir Gawain’s rage and sorrow I know too well. Honor and title mean nothing with dead kin, and more loss than I piled high. Three to my one, and even human so little pity for the killer be thought of so highly. Only solace in revenge and death. This too be called evil even though Gawain human. For why I do not see, the rage that makes sense. Though this too wanes with death. Revenge unrealized for Gawain too, but anger he stops. Upon death, that rage dies too, but still Launcelot lives.

What more he asks for his presence with death after claiming it be one or the other. You wish blood, but then company at death from the one you wanted to kill. What anger and where? Even in death, I felt that rage that sorrow. Vengeance taken from me so it have taken from you, but still peace you find. His death later realized, but no knowing of this as you die. For what reason this peace?

I understand not, for even when Beowulf killed, not by my hand, but dead, I still feel rage. I never achieved vengeance and only solace is that he be killed by another. Does human kin or knight kin equal family? Other of your kin still live so though loss higher that solitude you not feel. Did that make it easier to bear? Toward death, that anger leave for what reason I still do not know.

Revenge Unrealized

Wretched and alone, but now truly alone! Son no more, a mother’s tears have no place ‘til vengeance be sought. Rage and sorrow mix, and only bloodbath could quell. For treasure and glory are only good with those to share. Now share in pain for missing kinsmen. Share in the sorrow and return me remains! You rip my child’s life and trophy you shall not keep. My remains is all that is left. You think I gloat, but only rage and pain arise. More misery you shall suffer. Understand the despair my waters suffer now. Without company, alone I suffer. Though pain extends, revenge feels unfulfilled. Stuck down so quick, such a person could not have torn my son from life. You who dare to come here, something tells me it is you. Your boasts are to fail! Strength means nothing under rage, for mine is greater.

True vengeance will be made. Just die and meet the same end. Die, so I and son may rest in peace of your demise! With vengeance in sight, that too grasped from me! Can death take my woe and rage? In my last moments, I curse you! May your luck dry and life follow swift. Feel the pain I suffer before you die. Revenge no more, I also no more. My son made a mockery and so sorrow follows even after death.