A hero of his time,

Though not of normal appearance,

Carrying the hooves of a demon and strange colors

The cries of hate toward his hidden visual pride,

Yet he saved his kind in the light of unholy murderers,

As he died in honor,

The gatekeeper of judgement smiled upon him,

Granted the wings of an angel,

The armor of true heroes,

He roams the heavenly world as now a heavenly crusader.