Thoughts of the Lost Ones
After theirs was taken,
They could only hope the others weren't meant for
The same destiny they all feared, yet loved…
All but one, their savior.
He had started the fight,
Had stood there proudly and brave and he…
He alone had spoken the first curse and thus started his last…
He would go down as the one person
Strong enough to dare to temp him
Him with the fiery red eyes,
Which looked so scared after the final word,
The last green one…
So he would go down in history, by those who had won
By lost the more…
He had become a hero at one,
Enemy at 16 and a savior at 17…
The Lost Ones never lost hope in home, for they all knew…
Hadn't it been for him,
None of the good would have survived..
Hadn't it been for his start of the last,
None had been able to live on…
In real and in memory…
Hadn't it been for their hero,
They'd never be saved…
