I
am the age your grandmother would be,
I've
lived an entire lifetime, so you see,
I
cannot be the mate that you desire,
You
are stuck in a one sided mire.
Please,
Eragon, just get a clue,
I
just not that into you!
You
are an immature boy in my eyes,
You
must learn tact and to revise,
Your
own heart and how you think of me,
I
want only to be friends, oh, heed my plea.
Your
juvenile crush has really got to go,
We're
at war as you very well know,
Yet
time and time again,
I
catch you looking at me with that stupid grin,
As
if I'm some sort of beautiful goddess,
Perfect
in everyway so you can obsess,
Over
the outward picture that I present,
When
you created that fairth I knew what you meant,
All
of your emotions were laid bare,
That
is why I was distraught and could only stare,
At
my likeness that you had rendered,
I
was angry, frightened and so surrendered,
To
my ire as I took the fairth and smashed it,
On
the ground then with dignity I quit,
That
awful scene with you, Oromis, and Orik,
Really,
boy, I am not anyone's hot elvan chick.
I
have over sixty years of experience at life,
I've
lived through many events filled with strife,
You've
only just began your understanding of our world,
From
lots of knowledge your mind has finally unfurled,
But
it's been too recent to make much of a dent,
Into
your brain, ah, I do lament,
That
you will not have the time,
To
grow up into your prime.
For
your training has been a rush job at best,
A
few months at Ellesméra then off again to quest,
To
Surda to fight the forces of Galbatorix,
You
had to use killing words and warrior tricks,
In
helping the Varden overcome their foes,
You
had to strike many, many blows,
To
soldiers just doing their duty,
Because
in battle there is seldom beauty,
In
ending the existence of another,
For
the next one you harm might be your own brother.
A
young adolescent male in a backwater place,
Out
in the Spine hunting a deer's trace,
By
touching the blue egg you were handpicked,
And
surreptitiously thrust into this conflict.
But
now with only a modicum of preparations,
You're
supposed to perform above all expectations,
To
suddenly become a man of vast wisdom,
Is
preposterous and so maddeningly dumb.
Why
would they suppose that one of such youth?
(Who
in my opinion is often rude and uncouth)
Could
defeat the entire Empire of the Rider king,
How
could they ever think such a thing?
I've
been around long enough to know,
That
puberty for human boys can be very slow,
The
young with brash ways and boiling blood,
Who
never stop to think and end up a dud,
Leaping
into action without a thought before,
Seeking
a quick revenge to even a score,
Trying
to exist with quickness and some luck,
Takes
unmitigated gall and thoughtless pluck.
Are
you ever going to learn that forethought is best,
When
information and details are thoroughly assessed,
In
careful consideration of all avenues,
Plans
become stronger and there's a lot less to lose.
For
taking a tally of war's effect,
You
must understand and reflect,
That
consequences have dire results,
And
it's really everyone's faults,
In
killing and fighting and destroying lives,
What,
in the end, really survives?