Author: Tricia Greenleaf
This Accepted Blue
Is sorry, to be true.
This poem doth tell why
And so I begin...*sigh*
As novices we enter this Tower
And must silently suffer the glower.
Knowing all the while
One day we will be the face behind that upside down smile.
But before we are Aes Sedai
Our luck as Accepted we must try
One step closer to our goal
still life isn't cherries in a bowl
An Accepted should be meek and mild
certainly not calling Aes Sedai "Child."
Especially one Head of the Ajah
So agrees my friend Dajah.
In conclusion, my good friend Lana
Forgive me, my face feels like a sauna
It betrays my shame...
And I am the one to blame.