@темы: F
@темы: asoiaf
While I pondered weak and wearyOver many a cumbersome scroll from Lord Commanders of yore,In the yard I hear jeering, clapping,My direwolf his water lapping,And the sound of black wings flapping,And suddenly there is a rapping,Rapping upon my chamber door.'Tis the Maester’s seasonal chore…The end of Autumn and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember, the creaking of the timber,The tower glowing like an ember,And on they came, like waves upon the shore.Our green boys some still unshaven,Our cloaks blacker than the raven,Yet none dare ever call us craven... "
You know nothing," I heard her implore.
For the rare and fire-kissed maiden lay bleeding upon the floor.
Nameless here forevermore.
Presently my heart starts beating,Recalling all the moments fleetingEvery of her jape and tormentStirred my desire that lay dormant.And all at once my honor crumbled,Inside the cave where we both stumbled
I approached shyly as she undressed,And broke my vows upon her breast.
Everything done has been done before,And there’s too many lost in this long war,And I fear there will be many more…
"You know nothing", she would implore.
My direwolf on the floor is napping,And yet still I hear a rapping,Of Clydas patiently tapping,I rise, no longer able to ignore.And the gaunt face that greets me,Solemnly entreats meTo let him pass beyond my chamber door.As he enters my safe haven,And offers corn unto my raven,I ask him what he came here for.
As he explains, his voice starts quaking,And his outstretched hand starts shaking,A message sealed in pink comes to the fore.
Titled “Bastard” and nothing more.
I feel an awful dread a waking,And as I read a sweat starts breaking,He thinks the Stark home his for the taking.
By the gods, how much longer must I endure?
Quorked the Raven “Forevermore”
On Northern throne he is still seated,And claims Stannis has been defeated,And with his wicked bastard bladeSaw that the Rayder’s wives were flayedAnd offers me a coward’s trade.
Aye, I’ll trade for the Rayder Mance,But with sword and axe and torch and lance,He’ll soon find the true cost of war…
“You know nothing” I heard her implore
I speak to my men, my spirits soaring,Like a fountain, my words come pouring,Then I hear a thunderous roaring,Roaring outside my chamber door.
“Tis the wind and nothing more”
As I approach, I hear a thrashing,Of Ser Patrek’s head a bashing,Crashing against my chamber floor.
Tis our giant making war.Only this and nothing more.
Upon my person, a hand is grabbing,And suddenly a knife is stabbing,My throat, my belly, my shoulder blade,“For the Watch” I hear, and start to fade.
All around, the world grows colder,And I weep for what I ne'er told her,To lay my head upon her shoulder,Is all I want and nothing more.
Quorked the raven “Nevermore”
@темы: E
@темы: E, f
