The stars aligned to herald a new destiny
You urged and shoved it under my skin and dignity .
Tell the lord to take you away
And free my folly.
Take away my house, you say,
Try and be beheaded, if you may.
Wail a thousand swords
If could, kill the Skylark that reigns alone,
If none dared, the spinner wouldn't be whole;
If no one died, I wouldn't be here as yours.
My view was dimmed by a foe
Your life condemned to the doe.
The lingering murk that mortified me till now;
Shall pacify you no more.
The ship be obliged to sail by dawn,
And drown the nemesis's banners by fall.
We perished Red in the wedding entrance,
But sundered as Heroes in the collided chaos.
The wings were beastfed
The crown was feasted ;
The throne was a demon
That turned men to venom.
The optics spoke not of the title ,
But of the blood and borne.
Run, if you shall,
To the snow and to the sand
But reckon
Winter is coming ;
Till then the swords land
to the Golden hand.
But might thou wait
Per cause de Thou might be Overthrown
By the mighty Dragon!
Winter would be the blow
That bemused the red hoe.
The banners shall tear
Till the walkers appear.
And the lions roar
Howbeit their throats do sore,
For the Winds of the core
Which even the Northerners couldn't bore.
Blind may the girl be;
Blood fell from the rat's glee.
But you may, no you just might
Tell who she is,
Nevertheless thou ask
The retort be,
A Needle for you eternal bliss.
The lives were beastfed
The crown was feasted;
The throne was a demon
That turned men to venom.
The darkness was glory
The shadows, a story;
The hounds chose to saunter
Till the Winds of Winter.
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This is a Game of Thrones fan fiction. For those who have watched it, can you figure out the meaning of the lines, there are so many.
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