Play ahead of Fate

by PenandpaperPoet

Lan's poem to Nynaeve, as they journey so does the poem. He always spoke how he couldn't love her, and when finally the wool headed man had her, he had to keep her.

Play ahead of Fate

Summary: Lan's poem to Nynaeve, as they journey so does the poem. He always spoke how he couldn't love her, and when finally the wool headed man had her, he had to keep her.

Disclaimer: Only the poem is mine.

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Play ahead of Fate

Like the sweetest rose she was picked too soon

And never had the chance to bloom,

I met her within the harsh winter gales,

Where icicles clung in frosty tales.

Out of her element, unwelcome, alone,

I saw her by glance and gave her a home,

But when awakened she had left the low ground,

And all I could remember was her loving sweet sound.

So I carried on with without my dear flower

Every moment in agony, minute and hour,

But the next time she appeared, like sin in red

Or perhaps bloody petals fighting dead,

Another glance, another minute spent blushing,

And another hour spent by heated flushing.

I never slept and when she awoke to flee, she stood

I pleaded her as to why she thought she should.

For chance is once, coincidence twice

And unlike Mat, I don't play with dice.