Literature from Robert Jordan's Wheel Of Time Books

"Twice and twice shall he be marked,

twice to live, and twice to die.

Once the heron, to set his path.

Twice the heron, to name him true.

Once the Dragon, for remembrance lost.

Twice the Dragon, for the price he must pay."

And the shadow fell upon the Land, and the World was riven stone from stone. The oceans fled, and the mountains were swallowed up, and the nations were scattered to the eight corners of the World. The moon was blood, and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of him who brought the Shadow and the Breaking of the World. And him they named Dragon.

- From Aleth nin Taerin alta Camora,

The Breaking Of The World.

Author Unknown, The Fourth Age.

And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died. And men cried out to the Creator, saying, O Light of the Heavens, Light of the World, let the Promised One be born of the mountain, according to the prophecies, as he was in ages past and will be in ages to come. Let the Prince of the Morning sing to the land that green things will grow and the valleys give forth lambs. Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.

- From Charal Drianaan te Calamon,

The Cycle Of The Dragon.

Author Unknown, the Foruth Age.

The Wind That Shakes The Willow:

My love is gone, carried away,

by the wind that shakes the willow,

and all the land is beaten hard,

by the wind that shakes the willow.

But I will hold her close to me,

in heart and dearest memory,

and with her strength to steel my soul,

her love to warm my heart-strings,

I will stand where we once sang,

though cold wind shakes the willow.

The Great Hunt Of The Horn:

In the last, lorn fight

'gainst the fall of long night,

the mountains stand guard,

and the dead shall be ward

for the grave is no bar to my call

Andoran Battle Chant:

the White Lion takes the field.

Roar defiance at the Shadow.

forward, Andor triumphant.

And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man. Women shall weep and men shall quail as the nations of the earth are rent like rotting cloth. Neither shall anthing stand nor abide...

Yet one shall be born to face the Shadow, born once more as he was born before and shall be born again, time without end. the Dragon shall be Reborn, and there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth at his rebirth. In sackcloth and ashes shall he cloth the people, and he shall break the world again by his coming, tearing apart all ties that bind. Like the unfettered dawn shall he blind us, and burn us, yet shall the Dragon Reborn confront the Shadow at the Last Battle, and his blood shall give us the Light. Let tears flow, O ye people of the world. Weep for your salvation.

- as translated by Ellaine Marise'idin Alshinn,

Cheif Librarian at the Court of Arafel

in the Year of Grace 231 of the New Era, the Third Age.

"Daughter of the Night, she walks again.

The ancient war, she yet fights.

Her new lover she seeks, who shall serve her and die, yet serve still.

Who shall stand against her coming?

The Shining Walls shall kneel.

Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be.

The man who channels stands alone.

He gives his friends for sacrifice.

Two roads before him, one to death beyond dying, one to life eternal.

Which will he choose? Which will he choose?

What hand shelters? What hand slays?

Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be.

Luc came to the Mountains of Dhoom.

Isam waited in the high passes.

The hunt is now begun. The Shadow's hounds now course, and kill.

One did live, and one did die, but both are.

The Time of Change has come.

Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be.

The Watchers wait on Toman's Head.

The seed of the Hammer burns the ancient tree.

Death shall sow, and summer burn, before the Great Lord comes.

Death shall reap, and bodies fail, before the Great Lord comes.

Now the Great Lord comes.

Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be.

Now the Great Lord comes."

- Written on a wall in a Fal Dara Prison Cell

"Twice dawns the day when his blood is shed.

Once for mourning, once for birth.

Red on black, the Dragons blood stains the rock of Shayol Ghul.

In the Pit of Doom shall his blood free men from the Shadow."

And men cried out to the Creator, saying, O Light of the Heavens, Light of the World, let the Promised One be born of the mountain, according to the Prophecies, as he was in Ages past and will be in Ages to come. Let the Prince of the Morning sing to the land that green things will grow and the valleys give forth lambs. Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.

- from Charal Drianaan te Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon,

Author unknown, the Fourth Age.

And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be born among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time wthout end. His coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning our lives in furrows from out of the places where we lie in our silence. The breaker of bonds; the forger of chains. The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny.

- from Commentaries on the Propecies of the Dragon

by Jurith Dorine, Right Hand to the

Queen of Almoren, 742 AB, the Third Age

"I'll dance with a girl with eyes of brown,

or a girl with eyes of green,

I'll dance with a girl with any colour eyes,

but yours are the prettiest i've seen.

I'll kiss a girl with hair of black,

or a girl with hair of gold,

I'll kiss a girl with any colour hair,

but it's you i want to hold."

- One of my favorites!

And it was written that no hand but his should wield the Sword held in the Stone, but he did draw it out, like fire in his hand, and his glory did burn the world. Thus did it begin. Thus do we sing his Rebirth. Thus do we sing the beginning.

- from Do'in Toldara te, Songs of the Last Age,

Quarto Nine: The Legend of the Dragon Composed by

Boanne, Songmistress at Taralan, the Fourth Age.

The Shadow shall rise across the world, and darken every land, even to the smallest corner, and there shall be neither Light nor safety. And he who shall be born of the Dawn, born of the Maiden, according to Prophecy, he shall stretch forth his hands to catch the Shadow, and the world shall scream in the pain of salvation. All Glory be to the Creator, and to the Light, and to he who shall be born again. May the Light save us from him.

- from Commentaries on the Karaethon Cycle

Sereine dar Shamelle Motara

Counsel-Sister to Comaelle, High Queen of Jaramide

(circa 325 AB, the Third Age)

Power of the Shadow made human flesh,

wakened to turmoil, strife and ruin.

The Reborn One, marked and bleeding,

dances the sword in dreams and mist,

chains the Shadowspawn to his will,

from the city, lost and forsaken,

leads the spears to war once more,

breaks the spears and makes them see,

truth long hidden in the ancient dream.

- part of the Prophecies of the Dragon

Wash the spears - while the sun climbs high,

Wash the spears - while the sun falls low

Wash the spears - Who fears to die?

Wash the spears - No-one i know!

Wash the spears - while life holds true

Wash the spears - until life ends

Wash the spears - .......

Wash the spears - Life is a dream.

Wash the spears - All dreams must end.

Wash the spears - till shade is gone.

Wash the spears - till water turns dry.

Wash the spears - How long from home?

Wash the spears - Until I die!

Wash the spears - till the sun grows cold.

Wash the spears - till water runs free.

Wash the spears - .......

Wash the spears - while I breathe.

Wash the spears - my steel is bright.

Wash the spears - ........

And when the blood was sprinkled on the ground where nothing could grow, the Children of the Dragon did spring up, the People of the Dragon, armed to dance with death. And he did call them forth from the wasted lands, and they did shake the world with battle.

- from The Wheel Of Time by Sulamein so Bhagad

Chief Historian at the Court of the Sun, the Fourth Age