Tho' still he felt some brothers' shun,
It swayed the marked ranger none.
So on and forth he did proceed,
Gave aid to those, who were in need.
When all was said, and duties done,
The Maiden blessed the marked one.
Into the fold, was welcomed home,
no longer fallen, nor alone.
Upon his face, the scar remains,
Reminding of the trial and pain.
No more for shame, 'tis testament,
Of victory o'er Beast Lord's taint
Young ranger riding tall once more,
Mayhap taller than before,
With newfound honor to his name,
No longer grief, no longer shame