Rand v. Egwene
a couple at odds,
comp and cont, heads abroad,
One towering bliss, one tearing through trysts.
Walking through dreams, both harboring scenes
to darken the world through nightmarish twists.
Is he mad? Is she?
How far the torturing?
From trollocs to waygates to hollering
stalemates she rose to the top of the schemers to plot
her own sacrifice that could never suffice.
She climbs up the ladder scrubbing silver and platters
He stands in the steading avoiding a wedding.
Who's ill? Who is not?
The fish stinks. Does it rot?