The chosen servants Sent from the isle of Aman Wearing the colours Bearing counsel and aid Alatar the noble Istar Higher of Blue Wizards One of the genuine three The counter of history
Path of his led to the Eastern realms Plans ill natured all concealed He was lost among the others Lust of power and dominion
The son of the Hunter Who failed and forsake his task One vision in sight For the others he's blind Alatar the fallen Wizard Denies the lords, Valar He followed the easiest way No more gods to obey
Task divine forgotten Into the realm of darkness Fallen one will never rise Before the dawn of demise