Novice Thoughts

TWENTY-EIGHT: The House of Tortured Souls

For the denied black crow,
Bastard they call
It did matter at all
Loath by his father’s wife
Stern look as sharp as knife
Head cast down
For him not to see such distasteful frown
Sent to freezing high wall
To serve realm; guard them all
Had faced formidable enemies
Within the wall, betrayed by allies
Lay dead-cold in snow.

For the vengeful soul of Stark,
Took the life of the man beheaded her father
A deed prompted by despair
The life for her not to take
Hers was at stake
Before the Many Face gods
Shed, grieve, and turn mad
As she lost her vision’s spark.

For the tortured soul of maiden
Lady of the North; daughter of Winterfell
Endured countless to tell
Father beheaded before her eyes
Mother’s throat slit by allies
Brother betrayed by Fray;
As he wept as his wife’s passing away—
Unborn child stabbed on her womb;
Cruelty for the sake of gold.
Sister lost, where have she been?
Two of his li’l brothers nowhere to be seen
As Greyjoy seize the home she dear.
Married to a kind, witty imp,
Suspected by murder, Fled so swift.
Hands given to treacherous bastard’s son
Who loves to torment for fun.
Escaped through Reek’s aid,
Hope she make it and not be slain.

For winterfell’S THIRD rightful heir
Crippled witnessing fornication
Immobile his legs by such action
Unable to walk, carried by Hodor;
Name spoken only by his tongue.
A gift blossom from lost
Greater than most
To possess someone’s body
Controlling its entire entity.
Future and past; travelled from his lair.

For the HEIR of Winterfell; King of the North
Marched to Westeros to fetch his sisters
Away from the vile lanisters
Who had beheaded their father
For the truth he utter.
Valiant army behind him
Oh, dear. Oh, dear! Traitors slip in
For breaking the sacred bow before Fray’s throne
Lost his beloved life and everything to atone
Bloody ending for the apt king
Vengeance surely will come in
For winter is coming and hell will sail in.