A Game Of Thrones. Poem by katie clarke
A Game Of Thrones.
Noone kills the walkers
as the lion poisons the flower,
a battle of roar against growth
the winter wolf rides alongside the dragon
bathed in blood and wildfire
lion buried beneath the red keep,
lay slated with the sand snakes
unbowed to no one
unbent to gods unknown
unbroken to spirits of captured men
as fate takes dragon's horns
when the battle blaze won
the white wolf outlasts them all
now that winter has come.
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