The Wreck of the Emond Fisgerald

Poem by Azi al'Thone for Project Gaidin's Death Match week 3.

The legend lives on from Tar Valon
Down to the Fingers of the Dragon
The journey of valiant Sir Pip
And a young man named Azi al'Thone

They set sail to find Pip's fair Lady
In the land that gave them no welcome
To Tear they were bound when a storm came around
But the captain promised them a good outcome

The vessel was the pride of the River Erinin
A thrice-masted ship named the Emond Fisgerald
As the big ships go it was bigger than most
And her fine crew held no fear of peril

The two travelers were standing on the prow
When night came and brought the high waves
They watched and knew that their trip was through
And the silent trees would mark their graves

Sir Pip was a man of quick wit and charm
And a fine sword as he'd liked to boast
But now his fair Aes Sedai was forever lost
And Azi knew that he was sadder than most

They gathered in mourning on South Harbour
And the bells of Tar Valon rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Emond Fisgerald
Because the brave should be remembered sometimes

This tragedy today has not much left to say
For the truth, like the waves, is murky
The Erinin, they say, never gives up her dead
When the winter gales of Nesan come early