The Wanderers

In the nightfire of mankind’s dawn
A despised people revealed its fate
Honour and wisdom by their side
The sword of knowledge at their hands
Enslaved by the empire
With the stain of renegades
They broke the old restrictions
Longing for their journey’s end
Remnants of the once esteemed
But their flame almost deceased
Betrayed and now suffering this poisoned land
They dream of the foreseen freedom of man
Death regorged
Power forged
Imprisoned by environmental cold
Their eyes open to a whole new world
Life adored
Senses explored
Escape this place, vacuum ploughing
Beyond light’s speed, contacts cutting
Across the universe their search will lead
Through the scars of space they sow the seed
Where naked gardens wait and nothing there to spoil
They make their new home… in the dust of dry soil
Unlocking the gates of time, widening its bounds
Guarded by the maker… facing desert ground
True rulers of travel
For new tribes to settle
Now they walk the sands by night
In the safety of the stars
To fulfil their destiny
And turn the page of history