Oscar:
My heart lies broken,
Consumed with woe,
I fought with courage,
Yet it did not show.
I've always lost,
I've never won,
I tried my best,
But now I'm done.
My wounds are ripe,
My soul is gone,
My faith now purged,
My pride begone.
I have always wished,
To be the best,
To have that honor,
A valiant chest.
That dream is gone,
My will hath broken,
I have but nothing,
Not even a token.
Though I found a soul,
A budding light,
A cunning hero,
Though locked up tight.
I had a gift,
A burden to me,
Yet a blessing to them,
For it was a key.
With their freedom gained,
They fought with power,
Alas for me,
Twas my final hour.
With ferocious rage,
The demon struck,
My body failed,
So much is my luck.
I fled to safety
A pain in my breath,
I hid in the rubble,
And awaited my death.
The darkness came,
As it's been told,
Yet I soon saw light,
Twas a sight to behold.
The Chosen hath come,
To tend to my pain,
I solemnly refused,
It was already in vain.
The Chosen hath gone,
It's wings now free,
Though I ask myself,
With my final breath...
"Why... O why... Could that not have been me?"