Earth was war-wounded, Light-devoured.
The Legion-Lost grasped victories where they could;
Ungoverned, burned in spirit, borne bitterly,
They fought with honor until honor fled them.
Here was how they found first-death, where
The Legion-Lost moved forward to their curse:
They found an enemy too fierce for them to fell.

Cornered, cowed, the Legion-Lost made
To take to great caves and hidden places.
A final stand made to hoard their honor.
Life-given, broken, made to suffer,
They saw their end before them.
Like a wild war beast the Light-eater descended,
The Legion-Lost dealt defeat by their hands.