A poem, by a contributor named Anonymous

Through years of love and hate,

Friend and foe were once alive,

We are but what we make,

Heroes, healers, we survive.

We grasp at what we can;

Fleeting pleasures, pleasant dreams.

For we are all the same,

Lords and ladies, queens and kings.

We watch with bated breath,

We stand together in the dark

And shall deny our deaths.

To fight the dark is why we are.

Though some may not stand tall

We stand together, all the same.

Defenders, one and all;

The Harts of Albion is our name.