#gameofthrones
We love these Cottonwoods
Ygritte and and John Snow
living on a strong dangle
from a hillside angle
Connected at the Root
separate when they reach
to express their love for
their Father, Sun
Together as one
in the darkness below
Ygritte though
has long since passed
over the years
Snow grew closer
hugging branches
of his Beloved Ghost
The couple on our ranch
we've spent time admiring
the most.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 7:12 PM UTC
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
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
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
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
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..
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
I have never been one of the slacker drones
I have never been one of the sheep-y clones
I have never eavesdropped on lovers’ moans
I have never seen Jesus in traffic cones
and
I have never watched The Game of Thrones*
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
To this day
I will relish
The look on your face
When I took you down
With nothing more
Than a quiver of words
That struck truer
than dragon glass
Sharper
than Valyrian steel
Imagine
My surprise when
You didn't even shatter
Just fell to the ground
Because no matter
How badly
You wanted
To be my monster
Acting as though
You were indestructible
It turned out
You were nothing more
Than a very large
Shadow
Cast
By a very small man.
And you will burn all the same
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
Who will sit on the iron throne?
Will anyone outlive the doom to come?
For the winter forewarned,
Has reached our shores.
The threat scantly believed,
Is here to wipe out all that breathes.
The Night King is coming.
A dragon of ice in tow.
To conquer Westeros,
And all that lay claim to the throne.
The wall will fall.
Innumerable lives will be lost.
Who will endure, to rule it all?
Only the Three-Eyed Raven knows. . .
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
There’s a lot of primal loss,
blood, tears and adversity
that went in to ensure
your sovereignty
They fought rivals with rifles,
‘cause Blood Tears And Uncertainty
meant War for your solvency*
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
A white cloak for the kings guard
The men without hearts
A shining armor for his knights
The dark guards of spite
But any wore it like a burden
And the white enhanced his eyes
Dark and black they seemed,
But burning
Watching all my tears and cries
Covered in white
What pain give the hands
Of a knightly dressed lord
With no strength to defend
Against any strike and word
But he refused any order
And he whispered in my ear
Strange advice he gave,
But careful
Perceiving all my pain and fear
Covered in white
What ugliness reveals
A fair and pretty guise
Of a blackness deep sealed
Well hidden by blue eyes
But within my weakest hours
He appeared beside my side
Burned and broken,
But protecting
Lying in my lap that night
Covering me in white
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
You are a strange kind of beautiful
The type that not all men can handle
You are fire and ice, something spiteful
But I am attracted for reasons I cannot tell
You are a mess of contradictions
But I can see something beautiful
Something that others cannot see for some reasons
But I know that what awaits me is something wonderful
And if I would be so bold
I'd ask you to trust me and show me everything
Show me all your imperfections and I will never fold
Show the beauty within you and I will love you with my everything
I'm ready to fight in the front line
I'm willing to lay down my life for you
I will keep you safe all the time
And never let anyone take you or hurt you
I'll be your soldier
I will fight until the war is won
I'll be your lover
And we will write a story of our own
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
*
*
The destiny of madness and greatness
is printed and flipped on the Gods'
coin. It has shadowed the
silver-haired, violet-eyed
beauty from the storm
of her birth
*
*
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
I have tried to show you love
A kind no one else would
However you have proven unworthy
Ungrateful is your heart
I tried to make a vow
To return a soul that I thought you cheated
To return a love you were cheated
To remain unsullied until beckon otherwise
However lust consumes your very bone
You have no reasoning or compassion for me
You stab my heart repeatedly with your cold words
Your demeaning gaze
Yet I still try
A fool I am for that length of time
Bound by the shackles of hope and compassion
Blinded by illusions of visions
No longer has my heart become warm but cold
Cold and Empty like space
My soul return to reaper for it is only her who loves it as it was made for her
Thank You for freeing me
Thank You for never loving me
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
.
*A shepherd gently tends his flocks,
on the night of the Autumn equinox.
Patiently guarding his wayward sheep,
as the Oak King prepares for sleep.
And the Holly King from slumber wakes,
with solemnity his tired head he shakes.
Then joyous laughter he openly roars,
his half year reign once more restored.
Guiding all Nature to a bed of rest,
to energise, regrow, is his duty quest.
Bringing his peace and tranquility serene,
for the comfort of his bridal Queen.
For She is Nature, there all year long,
loved and celebrated in many a song.
No greater love could She invoke,
her two wild husbands, Holly and Oak.
So Oak pens his warm Summer verse,
and Holly writes of cold Winters' worst.
Her heart draped upon their royal thrones,
bringing joy to this eternal Game of Poems.*
© Pagan Paul (03/10/17)
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
Ta-targaryen
Ta-ta-targaryen
Jonnnn the Targaryen
Cute but a wimp
His sisters Sansa and Arry
Are the Lady and the Chimp
His Mom and Dad were King and Queen of the land of Westeros
They were killed by Robert Barry
and now Cersei is the bosssss
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
let the silence be
the noise
in your early mornings
filled with smoke,
subtle noises from homes,
and dry leaves lying against
the ground.
You hear the howling at a
distance by the wild hounds;
the hands filled with soil,
clothing went ***** by
dust and coal.
A man dies with regrets
and charges
But the faith of everyone
never changes
The foes come forth,
escaping the barriers
towards the north.
A morning of soon
destruction and terror.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Long ago there was
a war between men;
They fought for glory
and gold;
Their swords clashes
like pen;
papers are the people,
ripped and worn out
as what the older ones
told;
I was young when I
learned the world was
made up of soil and
blood
learned that death is
more certain at ten
I saw myself in the
middle of chaos;
none of us know
when will it return
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
Farewell my dear sister
For I will travel far to the wall
I am lucky to be your brother
Take care of this; stand tall
I hope you love this sword
Name it well, for all good
swords have names,
Cherish this like golden words
When I come back, tell me
all your games
Our journey will be rough
So we need to try and stay
well for each one of us,
Your mind must be quick,
be wise and tough;
I want to see you soon and
fight for all of us.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
When the snow falls
When the white winds blow
The lone wolf dies
But the pack survives
The memories of fall
Summer was a paradise of gold
the lions and others came
Killed the loyal wolves
But the others were gone
Into the woods and beneath it all
The remaining ones came
Returned to their home
They protected each other
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
His army perched above in trees,
Watching the front become a feast,
Who wins, care not, in the least?
"The cawing clan of Koronos..."
The thousands black they view the fight,
Staying late for supper -feeding at night...
Picking tender morsels in illumed moon-light,
"Swarthy minions of King Koronos!"
Corvid follow Man wherever he may go,
Feathery tomes of knowledge their treasure trove,
The messengers in the House of Jove...
"His static barbizon Aves; Koronos!"
There are many kings who come and go,
Becoming part and parcel in a wicked show,
But none of them will ever match the Crow...
"Engrosser of the dead; Koronos!" *
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
A life is a ladder.
A hole is to dig.
Everyone must climb up or down.
Your back aches just to stand,
It hurts bad.
You remember meals and women,
You got so close to,
But never had.
But your Life is a ladder,
or so said the King,
as he ordered you
to cling to the rung.
It's quiet out here
if you don't make a move,
If don't lose your mind,
Forget superstitions,
And you keep your groove.
All there is is the climb,
Said Peter the Great,
Their love is their strength,
Their weakness is hate.
Tomorrow morning this time
I will have already crossed
Their biggest river,
You can join me for wine.
Or you can die on your own.
The climb,
The Cimb,
There is only the climb,
And the edge of your most true desire.
Genius lives in the dimes.
You choke the grim air and
Kneel
To the heavens,
And because you can no longer stand.
And
You hack.
You spit.
You crawl and look for the dimes.
Finally,
You collect them,
And stand to spit again.
You walk up to the counter and buy.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Dragons are on fire
Winter has finally come
War is to begin
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
The longest ****** ever.
Winter, you're still yet to come...
Game of Thrones
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
One often 'as problems sleepin'
In ways which affect ones 'ealth
But 'ow can one deal wit 'out but weepin'
When one 'as a fear of their self
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Clear, simple blue skies.
Unnerving negative space.
A girl decorates.
She stitches and glues.
Flying machines of all kinds.
A girl must create.
Colors shade sunlight.
Wind gifts them the breath to dance.
A girl must hold on.
She pulls a heart string,
Knots this to her creations,
A girl unravels.
To the skies, she goes
Free in flight, she whips and spins.
A girl, so rootless.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC