Here lies a hunter, the alpha lupi, Who's crest was worn, till the day he died, Though quick and mighty, he fell to the dark, But not before he left his mark, Titans and Warlocks had much respect, Because it was for his friends that he went down to protect, The enemy wavered when he broke the ice, For he never missed the head. This was his vice. His hands were gentle like the moon in night, And struck rapidly and deadly like a hawk in daylight, Though he never met his goal of receiving Gjallerhorn, He left the world brighter, with darkness scorn, At last he rests, his light depleted to zero, Here lies a hunter, the first unsung hero. R.I.P.