A baby was once born with the face of a Wilder beast. The people of the village said "Take him away! Such a site we cannot stand! Take him away, out to the wild! Take him away, the Wilder beast child!"

The child's parents, upstanding as they were,
Took their child away from the city, away from the burr..
The child grew into a young man, walking on all fours, His parents believed he was cursed.
In the country he was safe, from all the city's hate, but from his parents judgment, the child cannot escape.

"He is deformed," the man said to his wife, "Lets leave him here. Here is his life."
 So together they left. Alone he was, the Wilder beast child, and himself.

The years flew by, the parents did die.

Many a tales did come of the Wilder beast man, his horror, the murders, all at his hand.

None of them proven, none of them judged as the truth,
But still the stories burned in the minds of the youth.

The town grew old, and the youth did rise.
New leaders,  but still the Wilder beast Man was despised.

Then one day the town did shake, from the fear of a new, real and touchable stake.

A lion, it seems, had stalked their town, killing a child each time it came down.

The town's men had tried and failed to catch the killer, and still each night the stalker did claim, another child's life, another child slain.

Then one night while the people cowered in their tents,
A scream was heard, another child gone, it just made sense.

But then another scream, a high pitched one like a cat,
"What was that?" screamed the chief, looking about.

Then in the light of the moon,
He saw a sight like he had only dreamed of.
A Wilder beast on all fours, killing a lion, like he had never heard of...

The chief walked up to the young man,
With a bloody lion laying at his feet...
The Wilder beast man, stood looking about.
"Im sorry," said the chief, "I've always thought of you in disgust."
"I've always laughed at you, thought of you as a freak."
"But here you have saved my people, the lion you did defeat."

The Wilder beast man looks at the chief.
With a smile, a tear on his cheek,
"What I have done for you tonight, was not done for you, but for what is right.
"I was a child, when you were a child, yet your chances I had not,
"I was an outcast by your parents, and by you,
"But the children they are innocent,
"Not polluted by you.
"The lion I had to kill, because he was killing your children.
"And with the children there is hope.
"And since hope is all that I have ever had, I could not let it die here.
"Hate me if you want, kill me if you can,
"But hope lives forever, as long as there is man."
 

"How can I repay you?" asked the chief.

"By stopping the lies about me, let each man judge on his own evidence. Stop all the lies, each man lives on his own works."

At this the Wilder beast man turned and left.
Never again needed, never again felt.

The Wilder beast man was never seen again, but many stories arose about him. How he saved the town's youth, he became a hero, a legend, a God.

So what's the moral of this story, you might ask?

Well, here it is:

The stories are changed quite a bit,
when the need for someone over rides the bullshi*
 
 

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