Go West Young Man

Poem by Ivanor Winshaw for Project Gaidin's Death Match week 3.

On strict orders, given by Mother
The Duke set out with one other.
His Aes Sedai riding by his side
Book in her hand opened wide.

Into the sun they journeyed on,
To Toman Head, the Seanchan’s new home.
“Recover our an'greal” Mother’s order had said.
“Find any Seanchan, and leave them for dead.”

Traveling into enemy territory,
Sela thought that would make a fine story.
She took down some notes with her traveling pen
While Darim watched, wary of all men.

After topping a low rise,
The pair found a surprise.
A squad of troops in the armor of bugs
A woman on a leash, which another one tugs.

Unable to fail in their assignment,
The pair rushed in with no relent.
They fought side-by-side until all had been downed
Then went to inspect objects strowed on the ground.

A busty woman donned only in hair,
An ivory broach that looked like a bear,
Just some of the items they were meant to pursue
Not very many, only a few.

So onward they traveled until the sun set,
Recounting stories of how they first met.