After theirs was taken,
They could only hope the others were not 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
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
