Purely Defense

Pearly teeth dashed with red, those bloodied jaws clash with the crown,
jagged claws sharp as knives strike him down,
Is he really protecting? or on some hell bent revenge,
his initial goal was only to defend.
I know he is no monster, yet now he is no man,
he strikes with all his might, using everything he can.
Claws, teeth and bloody wounded cries,
yet no movement to help as his 'victim' dies.
How can you love a thing not of this land?
How can you love a hound of the dammned?
What makes something evil the appearance or the soul?
Surely nothing in this world is ever pure and whole?