Friend Bloodtusk, you inspire me to write.
I loved the way you snort, bellow and hate.
Thoughts invading my mind day and through the night.
Always fearing to see your ruddy state.

Let me compare you to a cold ember?
No! You are more merciful than the image of a pariah.
Rough winds will shake the leafage of September,
And autumn-time reveals your perfect striae.

Oh how I hate you and endless are those ways.
I hate your glorious eyes, powerful with rage.
Thinking of your magnificence filled my days.
But your free spirit could never keep you in a cage.

Now I must leave with my bloody axe.
The shaking thoughts and images of my mind.
The same that have seen you lain low in your tracks.
That you are no more has rendered me blind.

I will remember my cruel deeds whilst we're apart.