Klaus

That name, people quaked with fear,
Family, that was complicatedly dear.
An abomination, grew up with hatred,
That brotherly bond, although sacred.

Never a crime, looking out for self,
A pure evil himself, none could help.
Often addressed as a lunatic or bleak,
made me believe, empathy's for the weak.

Caroline and then Camille, he was no chaste,
Blondes, you see, even the evil has a taste.
The tales ended, not because you were vile,
Realized, moments of happiness are fragile.

The king for whom family was power,
Harm them, see the rage he'd shower,
A little wolf born, which they expected never,
A hope, that redefined "always and forever".

Dear Klaus, no, you weren't always right,
And it's okay, you just had your insight.
Enemies that you make throughout your life,
None had the audacity to even point a knife.

Who said that the strongest ain't afraid,
Fear of losing his daughter, he strayed,
Pity and compassion, tends to zero,
To have lived a villain, and died a hero.