So I found myself in a slightly poetic frame of mind this morning (never a good thing) and I'm afraid I'm going to have to inflict this on you all:
For those of us who roam the black,
It's a different kind of life.
Not for us the lure of trade,
Or combateers and strife.
We surf the winds of nameless suns,
And bask in neutron beams.
We gaze in awe at vistas raw,
And sights that none have seen.
We pierce the veil of nebulas,
To see what they conceal.
We hear the lure of 'one more jump',
And see what is revealed.
And one day we may not return,
And our ship be never found.
A tangled mass of metal,
On some cold and alien ground.
But 'till that day we'll live the life,
And journey more and more,
For we are those that call ourselves,
Explorers evermore!