Mighty Dhampir, lonely Dunpeal,
Hunter of hunters, guardian of prey,
Solitary wanderer, his purpose to slay,
His immortal lineage leading mortals astray.
To those he guards he reveals not himself,
To those he hunts, their harbinger of death,
One-half human, the other half ghost,
An immortal noble's nightmare, a symbiotic host.
What they ignorantly fear is his concealed identity,
Left handed suppression their one genetic concern,
What they cannot touch they turn to demons,
Shadowless reflection, sun-stroked and burned.
Under the guise of normality he lurks
with his true form concealed,
Blood lust rider in the darkest of nights,
this disgraced half-ling Dunpeal,
For sentenced is he by their dogmatic beliefs
to the shape of their most common flaws,
For christened was he in a church legendary
and cursed by existence and his dark cause.
"Roam our wastelands", they call to him,
So both our tribes may see,
An unholy alliance, a prisoner of war,
Wandering half-ling, mighty Dhampir you be.
This unwilling soldier of two warring creeds,
His mere existence for both tribes surreal,
A future of neither kith nor kin,
Mighty Dhampir or lonely Dunpeal?
[Cluster VI]
