A/N- Well, this isn't my best and it has been a while since I read the books. So, please no flames! If you were not satisfied, I think that my other poems might work for you.
Disclaimer: Does it really look like I own this stuff? Please, I am not CP!
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists fighting to stay in the light.
He fought hard but knew he was no match for Galbatorix' might.
He was attacked each night, no respite came, that he might strengthen his mind,
As Galbatorix search and probed for whatever he may find.
Then, one night came and he was not attacked, but an egg was brought to him,
And he saw it to be red, although the light was dim.
And to his surprise the egg then hatched, a dragon came to being.
But Murtagh knew right from the start that Galbatorix planned this thing.
The dragon came close and gave his mark, that made Murtagh his rider,
Thinking that Murtagh, not others, to him would be kinder.
But Murtagh's heart was cold and hard, no hope in him remained,
And swore that nothing from this Galbatorix would gain.