Though vast and wide the world was with heart of yearning abuzz Mendelore's fate was not known So many lives he was shown --- Nothing he saw sparked his soul And soon his heart was of coal "I've no purpose," he despaired Thus he fell to disrepair --- 'Til one day Fate had a thought "A destiny he has sought Yet still he has found one not Hence one for him I shall wrought" --- Two gifts Fate gave Mendelore Cruelty he'd not known before And passion to make a change Yet his desires seemed strange: --- "I seek to improve myself By bettering the world's health; Ending the cruelty I've seen 'Til then, my efforts won't ween"