Greetings, Little Wanderer,
So far from hearth and home.
Why have you left your family,
To journey in the gloam?

I travel through the fields, my Lord,
For it has been my dream,
To see the wonders of this world,
Or at least beyond the stream.

You are the bravest little one,
Or perhaps you are a fool?
Did you not learn what lies outside,
When you spent your days at school?

You stand there brave, defiant
While there is still yet light.
But what will you do when I am gone
And dusk will yield to night?

I know what night time brings, my Lord,
That death is always near.
But my eyes are keen and my feet are swift
And the dark I do not fear.

I�ve had my share of friends, my Lord
Who have passed through Shadow�s door.
And I have shivered at the sky
But I�ll shake and cry no more.

Then I bow, my Little Wanderer.
And for your safety I will pray.
If your eyes are keen and your feet are swift
We will meet another day.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Mayan, in the year 374 AF.