The Wanderer

When not Dion’s song
An older lament about
The way we lived in medieval
Language (translated), too

A thousand years ago and more
In northern climes
After war, famine, disease, and
The end of family
Of all mortal ties

All that was left was the
Wanderer who had to live
On words, on songs
That might eke out
Some charity
In inhospitable days