The Woes of Nynaeve
Disclaimer: Mr. Robert Jordan owns this. The monkey! I would give anything
to own it, but oh well; I'll live with writing Fan Fiction.
This is just a poem thing Nynaeve wrote one night when she was feeling very
depressed about Lan and every thing else. I would like to dedicate this to
menion-leah, magical-flyingdragon & discordchick who read and reviewed
Lan's poem Under my Mask. So this is for you three!
Oh, can you tell when Nynaeve looses her temper with life? Review! Now for
what you clicked here for... poem.
Power, what most people crave
Power, what I could live without
Power, I can wield like my love wields a sword
Power, it's the One Power I hate
Power, what I fear will consume me
Power, I cannot live being under
Power, it's like a drug, once you have it you only want more
Power, why does this thing exist?
Power, the way you rule a country
Power, you need the power to say no
Power, what I do not need
Power, the power to make your voice heard
Power, we all have it
Power, it needs to be used wisely
Power, now that I've written a poem about it, I have this to say:
Power is not everything!
How did you like it??? Please review. It's my first Nynaeve poem. Please tell me if it's any good!
In my oppinion it's odd, why did you write it?? Oh shut up, Eva! It's just my oppinion! ::sigh:: Evil cousins!