Elseworld Theodore

Thunder rolls over the swamp, the sea and the wood
Lightning makes a moment day
He goes leaving little blood
He is alone so he continues his way

He growls and snarls and imitates everything seen or heard
He eats whatever edible is found
untill he meets anything feared
for company he is bound

Finally he meets something hostile, awful to see
The poor is too stupid to hide
too strong to die by fear, too stupid to flee
He has to fight and uses his bestial side

In the fight against this opponent he will die or win
How could a mere human this begin?
During the everlasting bloodfeast
he is not human but a mere beast

Now he wins as he is slow but good
Feels no pain, but looses and drinks blood
Finally he finds friends in the west
Now smart friendly human, the beast is at rest.