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.