WINTER IS COMING…FOR THE THRONE

A boy had blood stained hands A boy washed it in the deep blue sea A boy raised his hands to see A boy hands were see through... A red sea did he see through his see through skin A ghost he became...

A boy had blood stained hands
A boy washed it in the deep blue sea
A boy raised his hands to see
A boy hands were see through…
A red sea did he see through his see through skin
A ghost he became…
A ghost everyone could see…
A ghost no one could see through.. except him…
A ghost speaks
A ghost has vocal chords
A ghosts words are in the breath a boy once breathed
A ghost is alive
A ghost is….
Dead..
Not truly
Not really
Not in the way that counts
But Still….
A ghost is a ghost
A ghost is thrice drowned..
A sacrifice to the drowned God
A boy slept in nagga’s reach…
A ghost awoken…
with nagga’s kiss
A ghost was no craven
A ghost was the son of rock and salt
A ghost was born of the seven
The father guided him..
the crone nurtured him…
The mother suckled him…
The smith forged his words..
The stranger wrestled him
The warrior trained him..
The maid wept for him..
A ghost was a maester
A ghost was king
A ghost was a true born
A ghost was a snow..sand..stone..flower
A ghost was a squire..a page..a knight
A ghost was a lover
A ghost was a wildling
A ghost is stark raised
Direwolf kin
A ghost is Targaryen born
Dragon spawned
Lannister roaring
Valyrian steeled
Dark and full of terrors the night was.
Hot and bright his fire burnt..
While he was of the living…
Then he crossed to the other side
His fire did not
A tale of the ghost is told by old nan
The ghost was the fire
But the ghost took for himself a wife of the snow
A pale wife with lips of ice
A wife of unspeakable terrors
It was she who promised the ghost
Promised him the throne of night
Forged from ice
And the ghost
Vain and proud
Led his army
The ghost
All For the throne
Lost his light…
Little bran never believed her..
But old Nan was right..
The search for the horn of jorgamun didn’t go as planned..
An army burning bright..we were
Till they were an army lost in the night..
The children of the forest warned us..
Told us of the first men and the terrors we were matching into
They never listened..
He never listened
They lost the light…
They became the night..
they are all dead…
An army burning bright..
With ice so cold it burns.
Here he comes…
Once of the flames..
Targaryen born
Dragon spawned
Stark
Stark naked in the cold
Stark naked like the night
He is the longest night
Here he is
He is the night king
He is winter
He is here

                  FOR THE THRONE

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