Lannister Demise Poem by udoh etido

The gods bless me with such wits;
though my feet be weak;
The gods curse my form;
even my father cannot stand the word.

Short and mighty;
that is all for the lowly;
Between Giants and the ground;
there stand i a man.

Tyrion of Lannister;
my kindred inherit all pass;
fire and oil;
deadly to the guns;
Gold abounds in our hands;
some call Lannister pride.

Tyrion of Lannister;
what beget my demise? ;
A monster i came forth;
kindred flee in a rush;
A monster i was conceived;
life even rested her creed.

Wisdom comes from the gods;
nature's gifts are never lost;
Wits come from the gods;
kindred usurp them all.

Tyrion of Lannister;
here i stand with no pride;
A mule traded for a horse;
my pride ever lost.

I am closer to the ground;
my legs wobble as i slide past;
I am below all men;
my head their semen.

Tyrion of Lannister;
my banner flies high;
Blessed with the wits of the gods;
the realm never decipher my loss.

Tulleys abound;
Arryns build high;
Tyrion of Lannister;
my name never to the ground.

The feast holds today;
to honor Robert's gates;
The feast holds today;
to assemble knights from afar.

Tyrion of Lannister;
though you half a boy;
your pride never be downcast;
your demise never crawl.

A lannister i am;
the dent of noble arms;
A Lannister i am;
my coins will ever clear the path.

I stand here Tyrion;
my wits from the gods.
To settle my loss;
to put the realm in the dust.