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The one who can **** you by simply disappearing, is without a doubt, the one who can save you by simply existing.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
Lightbringer
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
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Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
somewhere in essos
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
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Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
ashes and snow
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..
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
The King who lost The North
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
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
The Lion
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.
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
The Sworn Clout in the Ear