He feels the pain of splitting skin
The rage that bursts out from within
The rage that courses through his veins
Through which he channels all his pain
The hunter, released from ancient bonds
Tastes the blood for which he longs
Friends, family, they all mean naught
This life is new, with danger fraught
Gaia, the Earth Mother, blesses them all
In return they answer her call
A call to arms, defeat the Worms
To succeed there is much to learn
Control the anger, harness the rage
The ancient force, the curse of ages
So now he welcomes the rage within
This rage, once bidden, beneath his skin.

Hmm, interesting. Lovely poem.