Ode to Mat:

To toss the dice?
Or pinch a maid?
I have no choice,
My hand's been played.

I'm friends with Rand,
He's pretty cool,
He takes my Band
as his own tool.

Perrin's eyes are gold,
he's taken wife,
He seems so cold,
yet full of life.

Rand's got three girls
he's gone insane!
Elayne wears pearls,
a royal pain.

Min's a tomboy,
Avi's much worse,
three women: a joy?
a trifle? a curse?

I play the flirt,
it's worth a spin.
Pretty skirts,
and Queen Tylin.

Those bloody snakes
they cheat i fear,
my mind they break,
my gift, their spear.

A foxhead gift,
they gave me too,
they filled the rift,
with thoughts anew.

I cannot stay,
I trust them not,
and to this day,
their bones may rot!

I'm heading home,
I must away
I wish to roam...
by Rand, I'll stay.

I lead the Band,
they are my men,
We are the hand,
come once again.

The Old Tongue in me
thanks to dead men,
Dovie'andi se
tovya sagain.