Circle Imperfect
A Wheel of Time fan poem by Rivka Aes Sedai of the Green
Ajah (LadyRivka)
A/N: I'm a newbie to this fandom (as in, I've only read ½ of
the first book and the world guide)…so excuse me if I make any mistakes. This
is told from Min's viewpoint about her seeing auras and parts of Patterns.
–Rivka
I can see Patterns of Ages.
Warp, woof, but not at the same time.
I am stuck at this inn, the Stag and Lion,
Dressed in boy's clothes,
My hair cut short.
In walks an Aes Sedai,
Moiraine, a woman who I have conversed with in times past,
And her noble Warder, Lan,
And a few visitors from Emond's Field
One of which brings me to stilled silence
From the heron-handled sword and the images
Swirling about his head.
A certain Rand al'Thor.
I sense the taint upon him,
The taint of all channeling men since the Breaking.
The auras swirl about me
In this cursed circle,
In this Circle Imperfect
The Wheel's turning has made for me.
I grab my head
And worry, since I can only see certain parts,
Certain turnings, certain threads of the Pattern.
This will torture me, as I know not my role
In this circle imperfect.
For all I know, I am no one.
-Rivka