[i]Deep within, in a region hardly accessible, a bold self-image sends messages of bloodshed and conquest, which reverberate in his heart of hearts. [...] Of countless ruined worlds, he would appropriate the essential [u]emblem[/u]. Wall struggling with wall, shadow with shadow. Thousands of miles a day. He gazes across an unguarded cemetery—gazes idly, waiting for new equipment.[/i] - excerpt from poem: [b]The Ghost of a Hunter[/b] BY [b]KEITH WALDROP[/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Profile/254/7535461/Aiglin