~Eragon sails away~

All that was Teirm is forgotten

the flame that was Tronjheim is lost

unheeded, the elves are departing

as time grinds the old ways to dust

but do not despair

there are still those who care

although his time may be past

the legacy of this rider will last

often with his name is uttered a prayer

a prayer intended to spare

the last mysteries

mentioned in the dark histories

as lands change from forest to farm

howls in the night become howls of alarm

they do not send the same shiver down your spine

these days, when you hear them you know you'll be fine

but people need darkness to fight for the light

so thinks a young wizard

people compare him to a lizard

but they do not understand

HE IS SAVING THIS LAND!

with pure faulty good will

he looks for blood to spill

no one is evil and yet evil exists

in the cracks, in the mists...