Give me your trust, said

the Lady and Lord.

"We must hold back the foe

through the strength of our sword.

Trust us to guard and to do what is right,

and you will not have to fight.

But trust is the taste of a Myrdraal's blade,

Trust is the taste of bitter despair,

Trust is the taste of Death

Give me your trust, said

the King on high.

By my will's strength,

I won't let you die.

Trust me to protect, to help and to care,

that my rule will always be fair.

But trust is the touch of newly hewn steel,

Trust is the the touch of a poisoned cup,

Trust is the touch of death.

Give me your trust, said

the Love of your Life,

For I am the one

who shall be your wife.

Trust me to wait, to be faithful and true,

and you will have someone to come back to.

But trust is the scent of newly dug graves,

Trust is the scent of coppery blood,

Trust is the scent of death.

I have to thank Exori for their review, letting me know that when I first wrote this continuation, I'd left out a line, and in their words, missed the rhyming scheme and overall structure of Robert Jordan's work. I've now had time and the benefit of criticism and hindsight to see that yes, there are places where my scansion doesn't match up. However, I've left this unchanged, as I want to see how my writing has changed and grown out of my elementary school years. I do apologize however for not catching the error. (I could have done without that line in the Old Tongue though.)