The smallest, most meek, yet not the least,
My brothers faced your wrath, a furious beast—
Shielding me, their strength became my shield,
In your storm, their love was all they'd yield.

Though the world is cruel, bitter, and cold,
I know they'll stay with me, as we grow old.
As your icy rage begins to fade,
I smile at Jon’s grace, undismayed.

– Quartz