~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...
