A/N-This is just another poem about the Inheritance series. This is NOT about Eragon or any other character. It's just for riders in general. I felt sad when I realized that their duty isn't really that great. I mean, come on, their main job is to hunt down the enemy. That's not too fun.
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Flying Through the clouds above,
As light and graceful as a dove,
I can feel the wind on my face,
Soon I'd better pick up pace
We're needed urgently on that field,
And perhaps my sword I'll bravely wield,
Suffering I must prevent,
Though sometimes it wasn't meant,
Danger, shadows, loss and pain,
Is there not an even gain?
The hillside streaks with bows and swords,
Around are thieves, murderers, and even lords,
Fighting fierce and fighting strong,
Perhaps they're right,
Yet it seems so wrong
Through the clouds above,
There comes a song,
And it seems to last forever and so long,
It whispers truth and whispers gain,
In my heart there is no pain
The battle has ended,
My duty fulfilled,
For this time at least,
It's enough to be thrilled.