The White Tower no (semi)colon Stepin's Last Battle
Wheel turns, road burns, Feet grubs, man buns. Perfection meets the slide Imperfect lullaby In me Power seethes All heart Turn cloak My part? Stop thief Liandrin Love men State I'm in Not forming align the teeth Get a grip Pull away Lay it straight Conclusion? Stunned again. For the murderer's perspective on this death, see fan theory poem Black : https://atributetomyhost.blogspot.com/2021/12/wot-white-tower-4-8-of-12-light-weaving.html