A Dedication to the Lost

Alone I am not, but yet, I am.
Hopefully these friends are not shams.
For I owe little to them,
but thank them nonetheless.

Here I live, in this torn land,
standing in the ashes of the Lost.
Scorning the hand of the Evil One,
pitying those whom he has roused.
Loving them, even.
For nothing, they believe in.

The sunny shores of Tomorrow tempt me,
but still, these Lost bring me back
to the days of today.
I wish that they would live a happy life.
But the The evil one feeds them strife.
I weep for them.
for their lives,
for their loves,
for their Lost,
for their lies...
for their spirit.