The Wandering Poem by Orran Ainmire

As the few of lonely merit,
They pass beyond all sight and sound.
For when the time comes to share it,
They’ll stand upon unstable ground.

What was it then that led them forward?
A forlorn present and chequered past,
A dying light that urged them shoreward
Amidst a sea of shard and glass!

But if Hespernia’s influence reigns
And, all together, the Kinsmen unite,
The lamest, bravest Wanderer proclaims
His ideals and his will to fight.