Crimson Serenade: Sweetest Destruction

So happy was he,
In the saddest of sights one could ever see.
Tattered and torn were his face,
As he slowly killed off his own race.

A monster like no other,
Took the life of his own little brother.
No one could beat him for his power lied within his hands,
He traveled in search of fights in different lands.
Still the outcome lay in the sand.

More powerful than a pack of bears,
All had gave the oddest of stares.
He had a gift that no one knew about,
It was the sweetest thing that he had ever done no doubt.

He did it once and let it be done,
Then he chopped them all down, one by one.
The last of his kind, forever a renegade,
Forever to be remembered for his Crimson Serenade.
It was the greatest thing for his self introduction,
But to him it meant everyone's Sweetest Destruction.