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Em MacKenzie Oct 2019
The one who can **** you
by simply disappearing,
is without a doubt,
the one who can save you
by simply existing.
“To fight the darkness, Azor Ahai needed to forge a hero's sword. He labored for thirty days and thirty nights until it was done. However, when he went to temper it in water, the sword broke. He was not one to give up easily, so he started over. The second time he took fifty days and fifty nights to make the sword, even better than the first. To temper it this time, he captured a lion and drove the sword into its heart, but once more the steel shattered. The third time, with a heavy heart, for he knew before hand what he must do to finish the blade, he worked for a hundred days and nights until it was finished. This time, he called for his wife, Nissa Nissa, and asked her to bare her breast. He drove his sword into her breast, her soul combining with the steel of the sword, creating Lightbringer, while her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon.”
-George R.R Martin
“A Song of Ice & Fire.”
MM Jul 2019
In another life,
We would've lived in a house with a red door,
And lemon trees outside the window

A girl with a silver hair and dark brown eyes
Another with dark curls and amethyst eyes
A boy dreaming of swords and being a knight
Would be running around
Chasing horses

But we were born in the midst of clashing kingdoms
In a world run by betrayal
Families strengthened by treason

Still, in spite of all the impossibility,
Two worlds collided
But this frigid harsh place,
Its icy-cold people
Ceased the fire out

So in another life,
Ice and fire will soon meet
Duty and honor be ******
This time, love won't accept defeat
Sorry, I kept thinking of the house with the red door I used it in two of my poems. Can't believe I wrote two poems based on GoT in a day, someone please get me a life, lol
MM Jul 2019
The power, the title, the throne, the crown
All means nothing without you to keep me warm

The glory, the war, the army, the victory
Still, your heart was the most precious I’ve won

The cold, the grief, the numbness, the pain
If only you have come to ease a little of them

Don’t you know, my love?
I would’ve walked away from it all,
Would’ve stayed a thousand years far from here
If you had only asked

A house with a red door, lemon trees outside
The mundane things I have long desired

But you stood on my downfall,
Yet I have looked at you
As if the sun shines just through your eyes

You, the one I have loved and chose,
Have failed me the most

A bit of hope, a lot of love
Gone were they
When a dagger was pierced through my heart
This is my second Game of Thrones-inspired piece.
(Here's the first one, it was so cheesy though:

I am still deeply wretched about the ending and I do not know how to cope, lol.
AceLione May 2019
We hailed Robb The King in The North
He was the leader, who led his army forth
Everyone admired his strategic mind
After the battle of Oxcross he found something he thought he wouldn't find.
A girl who's name was from the faith of the seven
Robb thought that he'd find his own heaven
Only little did he know, his friends had distrust
Roose played it safe and Walder frey thought robb cared only about lust
At the wedding at the twins, the people were having a feast
Little did they know that they had angered the lion and other beasts
Devastated Catelyn would cry as Robb falls
Now the rains weep o'er The North's Halls..
A poem in ode to my favorite game of thrones character
AceLione May 2019
The Lion and The Wolf met in the Dark
The Lion said that all the wolf could do was bark
But the wolf ignored The Lion as he got closer
The Lion felt like he would get rammed over by a bulldozer
However The Lion said hear me roar
It was loud and it scared, the stag, dragon and also the boar
The Lion is The King of Creatures
Golden pelt is one of its majestic features
I haven’t posted something in months I made this up in seconds for fun
KT Mar 2016
The fourth of a fourth,
Born of a blood of fire,
Unlikely he was,
But never less right.
A bald boy of ten,
Groomed in dirt for his name,
He was pure as white light,
Around mischief and grief.
His stood up for his name,
As his ancestor named the same,
How long has it been,
Since a king's been the same?
A Tall tree beside him,
The sworn star above his head,
A flea that that's come to be a knight,
Raised that boy all good and right.
From hedge to hedge,
From this lord to that lord,
With Maester and the straw hat,
They rested under stars with salt beef and ale.
The Lunk swore his sword,
And with it a clout,
Until he swore again,
When the clout was needed not.
The boy became king,
And he was still the same boy,
He married for the good of love,
And so did his sons.
That's all right you say,
But the realm favored it not,
They hated the good king,
For not taking their blood as bride.
The king rose his name from ashes,
And wanted it risen even more,
He tried hatching an egg,
But all it hatched was death.
It is not certain what happened,
Whether it was the egg or the realm that got them,
Egg and Dunk met their end,
At Summerhall's flaming hand.
But, at the same place and hour,
When the hedge tales were done,
A prince was born in fire,
Later called the Last Dragon.
Time went on,
And often the prince returned,
Playing in ruins on his harp,
Songs about the dragon and the friend, and their lives.

— The End —