Disclaimer: I do not own WoT, nor Shai'tan or the Light. So sue me. I I
owned them, I"d be rolling in wealth. Since I've only got a buck inn my
wallet, I'm not rolling in anything except dirty laundry.
And he shall rise again.
The Land of the Shadow.
Shayol Ghul. Choking out the Light.
No good me here.
Darkfriends. Fiends. The Eyeless.
No good men, save one.
Defying all, he stands alone.
Tall and proud, eyes scorching and
Sword blazing like the Sun.
The Wheel shall turn, and Ages come and pass.
Legend fades to myth, and
Even myth is long forgotten
When the age that geve it birth comes again.
Yet through the Ages, he is
Not surpassed. Not silenced,
Nor slain.
Never a Child of the Dark.
The Shadow struggles, schemes.
Breaking free of the shackles caging it.
Forsaken, free, walking the earth.
Bubbles of Evil.
The seals, the seven seals.
Made of Heartstone, Cuendillar.
It is weak.
And so the Dragon must rise,
Reborn, into a new age, lost nations.
Defying the Shadow, once again.
The clash of metal, reverberating into
A high, clear note.
Good versus Evil.
The Age old battle.
The Shadow versus the Light.
Shai'tan and the Dragon, Reborn.
And the Wheel shall turn.
Legends born, and myths faded into Oblivion.
Ages, coming and going, the Wheel, ever turning
And the Battle is not yet won.