Unwanted, Even Hated

They said he was odd, different
It was said he was born of a curse
Found in a hybrid of man and goat
His species hated, pitied, not feared
His kind were seen as fools for wine
All of them famously had a thirst
He could never be satisfied inside
His desires were unnatural, burned
He'd been forced to live upon a fringe
Because his kind were dying out
He was determined to be the last
Playing the pipes to pass the time
And to lure innocents into danger
Music in disguise of bestial threat
An outcast, ready to act
To kill others, was a simple task
To be an outcast meant something stark
For the outcasts would be treated as a stain