The Flame and the Dragon

She was fire in a world grown cold, A star that burned too bright, too bold. He, the Dragon, bound to war, A soul reborn, a heart torn sore. In a time long past, they danced as one, Before the breaking had begun. Love turned bitter, sweet turned ash, In dreams she walked through mirror-glass. He held the Light, she chased the flame, Two hearts bound, yet not the same. She offered power, worlds unmade, He chose the pain, the price he paid. Lanfear, Selene, lover, foe— You walked with him so long ago. A thousand lives, the wheel turns round, But love once lost is never found. He bears the world, you bear the flame, And still you whisper Rand al’Thor’s name. She watched from shadows, masked in grace, Still seeking his forgotten face. While he, torn by duty’s cry, Could never love what sought the sky. And in her eyes, he saw the ghost Of who he was, of what he lost most. The Wheel does not remember tears, Nor shattered hopes of ancient years. But deep inside where light won’t go, The Dragon dreams of stars and snow. Lanfear, Selene, lover, foe— You walked with him so long ago. A thousand lives, the wheel turns round, But love once lost is never found. He bears the world, you bear the flame, And still you whisper Rand al’Thor’s name. The Wheel does not remember tears, Nor shattered hopes of ancient years. But deep inside where light won’t go, The Dragon dreams of stars and snow. Lanfear, Selene, lover, foe— You walked with him so long ago. A thousand lives, the wheel turns round, But love once lost is never found. He bears the world, you bear the flame, And still you whisper Rand al’Thor’s name. So let the Pattern weave its lie, Of victory sung and banners high. But hearts don’t mend by Light or time, Some loves are dust, some sins divine.