Game of Poems

Westeros freezes
Dead leave footprints in the snow
Winter is coming

 

Their pasts are now dead
An oath sworn to Northern night
Watchers of winter

 

The Lion’s golden pride
Claws sharpened to leave the cave
Time to hunt for prey

 

Hearts as hard as rock
Merciless like stormy seas
Dead may never die

 

Once more endangered
Strength lies not in force of arms
Always pay your debts

 

In the hall of kings
Where the winter is forgot
Cold is the Iron Throne

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