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.