Ballot

Darkness creeps into Emond's field, And Rand al'Thor lies cold. There is a gleeman in the village, Or so the tellings told.

They tell of a Lady, Dressed in only blue, In a shrouded cloak of mystery, If they are telling true.

They tell of her fierce companion, In the Warder's shifting guise, In his soul a kingdom lost, In his heart wisdom lies.

In the village waits the Wisdom, Who has a Power deep within. In her heart lies a secret, Beneath that youthful grin.

In the Inn sits Egwene, Blessedly in love, Destiny awaits her, She prays to the Creator from above.

The Trollocs spy in the forest, Watching from the trees, They eye the village carefully, Searching for the Three.

Search onward for the Trickster The Gambler and the Clown Beneath a glad exterior Flows blood of ancient crown

Search onward for the Wolf Brother Two Rivers Goldeneyes Young bull, a blacksmith Axe weighs heavy at side

Search onward for the Shepard Who travels ever on The Dragon concealed in shadow The truth comes forth at dawn

Mat, Perrin, Rand, Together they must be, Their fight has just begun, This company of Three.