In the zone of the dead, where the sun never shines bright,
A S.T.A.L.K.E.R roamed, with a heart full of fight.
He searched for the truth, in the ruins of old,
With a determination that never grew cold.

His eyes were bright, like the stars in the night,
As he navigated the darkness, with a steady light.
He avoided the mutants, with their twisted form,
And the Zone's deadly traps, that could end his storm.

He was a good S.T.A.L.K.E.R, with a heart of gold,
He searched for the anomalies, to stories untold.
He braved the radiation, and the toxic air,
To uncover the secrets, that lay hidden there.

With a suit of armor, that protected him well,
He faced the dangers, that the Zone could tell.
He was a true warrior, with a spirit so bright,
A S.T.A.L.K.E.R, who fought for what's right.