Can be considered a WIP. Took about... 5-10 minutes to compose. May work on it again tomorrow.

There are many things life can bless you with,
Like long life and a cool shirt,
But there was nothing better given us,
Than our beloved Mr. Shukert.

Mr. Shukert may have been a man,
but that's said to be a given,
Never before had I seen a person,
In good deeds, so very driven.

Whether it was a dollar bill,
Or the shirt right off his back,
The greatest thing we recieved though,
Was defense under attack.

When our enemies sallied forth to meet us,
Be they Man, fiend or machine,
In his heart, his pulse would quicken,
And his eyes shown a deadly gleen.

For Mr. Shukert when on pure defense,
Nothing seem the limits,
No matter the foe, no matter the numbers,
The battles lasted just mere minutes.

The fleshy bits that he would strike,
The eyes, throat, groin and heart,
While said to be quite cruel and vicious,
Such wounds were just the start.

If you think a blade was his only weapon,
That thinking's rather tragic,
For he commanded lifes greatest power,
The eternal will of magic.

Be it a spell for meand our broken bodies,
Or one to blaze a fire,
From meakest cantrip to greatest dweomer,
He won his opponents ire.

When our foes had gathered this,
They tried to cling to hope,
Always when they as him to betray us,
His answer was just simply "nope."

Mr. Shukert though powerful was still mortal,
And one day he found his end,
But we will forget, never ever,
That he was our dearest, bestest friend.

For of all those that made up his kind,
To our knowledge that we know,
He was the only of his people,
To credit us with a soul.

For one of which a race of demons,
Of which others will never mention
From blood, sweat, toil, and tears,
Through him we found redemtion.