A guardian
Watching over the madness of kings and queens
Looking after innocent children, disgraced by the terror
Protecting his brothers and guarding their beds
Risking his life for men who want him dead
Snowflakes are his blanket
Animal skins are his pillow
His blood is his warmth
His mind is his sword
The guardian's weapon is of dragon descent
Cold, deadly, fierce and sharp
But he would forget his blade when he meets his demise
For he was only protecting the people of the realm
And his life paid the price
His brothers couldn't see the vision of great
Instead, one by one, they paid him their thanks
With a spit in his eye and a knife in his back
He lay cold and dying under the blue twilight
His blood is his blanket
The snow is his pillow
He is a guardian of the wall
And now his watch has ended
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In loving memory of Jon Snow, the bastard of Ned Stark (Lord of Winterfell) and sworn brother of the nights watch.
But.....
It's okay because he's gonna come back to life bc he isn't Ned's bastard, he's Lyanna's (Ned's sister's) son. His father is Raegar Targaryen and when they go to burn his body it won't burn because he's the blood of the dragon (Like Khaleesi, his aunt) and when he doesn't burn, the Red Witch will bring him back to life bc she is at Castle Black and then he's gonna kill all the motherfuckers who killed him. Even that little prick, Ollie, who's like five (12) but I want him to die!
If you don't know what I'm talking about, go watch Game of Thrones or read the books.
Love you darlings
-M
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Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
General FictionThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo