#winterfell
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
They hailed Robb of Houses Stark and Tully as the King in the North,
he marched to **** his father's killers
he marched to save his sisters
The Young Wolf,they called him
he'd never lost a battle
his howls echoed all over the North
aye,her son fought valiantly
but he lost
a sword pierced through his heart,
her name on his lips
'Mother.'
his first and last words
she screamed in agony
they took her husband's head,
her daughters' innocence,
her sons' hearts.
they made her watch the executioner take her son's head
they made her watch her daughter-in-law beg for help as the men took turns ****** her
when the lion's banners were hanged
and the wolves killed
they pulled her hair,
slit her throat,
threw her naked in the river
and no one forgot,
the Starks of Winterfell.
The North Remembers
The North Remembers
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC