A poem
He destined to die.
And never live again.
He is destined to save the world.
And break it once more.
To wield the power.
To use it to destroy the Dark One.
But to go mad.
To have his blood spilt on Shayol Ghul.
Even though he will save us.
Even though he will bind us.
Even though he will free us.
We fear him as if he were Shai'tan.
He will wield Callandor.
He will wield The Sword That Is Not A Sword.
He will bring the Aiel together.
He will also destroy them in the process.
This is the man to save us.
This is the man to kill us.
How will we deal with this problem.
How will we live with our fates.
O how will we have a world saved and broken.
This is the only truth.
This truth is the truth of the Dragon.
Nay this is the truth of the Dragon Reborn.
NAY this is the truth of Rand al'Thor.
A man from the strongest blood.
Not only of one but two great lands.
The lands of Aiel.
AND the lands of wet.
I speak of the greatest wetland nation.
I speak of Andor.
O we will all worship him.
All must bow to him.
All must know of him.
Some think it legend.
Some think it prophosy.
Know this.
Fear this.
Love this.
Hate this.
Plan this.
Deny this.
Heed this.
These are the prophesy's of the Dragon.
These are the prophesy's of Rand al'Thor.
R&R.