Over the hills, across the sand.
The Tryker roams, searches, explores and
though his stature may make him impaired,
he treks onthrough the land not tired or scared
"Onward!" the Tryker explorers say.
"Keep persevering until that day
when the fear and the pain are swept away.
When the Kitin are vanquished and we can say
'exploring is futile, and the passion does lay
quite still, yes, it's lost, in dismay'
then we will stop and look over our land
and decide whether our actions were grand
or utterly pointless and the stories bland
telling of Trykers taking their stand.
The Tryker roams, searches, explores and
though his stature may make him impaired,
he treks onthrough the land not tired or scared
"Onward!" the Tryker explorers say.
"Keep persevering until that day
when the fear and the pain are swept away.
When the Kitin are vanquished and we can say
'exploring is futile, and the passion does lay
quite still, yes, it's lost, in dismay'
then we will stop and look over our land
and decide whether our actions were grand
or utterly pointless and the stories bland
telling of Trykers taking their stand.
A poem by Xanavan, a Tryker
