The life of a ranger

by Jul 24, 2003Poetry

To be seen as nothing,
Pitied and hated by all,
Followed by rumour and shrouded by night,
Yet for them our people fight.

To live by the sword,
Roam barren lands,
Legend was passed by our race,
Yet nobody sees our high grace.

To follow the river,
And roam through the trees,
On the endless journey of lands,
Where life is saved by our hands.

Yet we are seen as nothing,
Pitied and doubted by all,
Followed by rumour and shrouded by night,
Yet for them our people, they fight.

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