"winterfell" poems
*White dress brushes snow,
Hair as red as weirwood leaves.
The wedding proceeds.
White branches reach out,
Leaves as ****** as its tears.
The wooden face weeps.
White smiles show malice,
Darker than her deepest fears.
Tonight she won't sleep.*
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:58 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
When the sun shines bright
Its the time that we both say goodnight
With an ache thats true I encircle you
Please come to me it is only your love that can set you free
There is no jealous in me
That hasnt been consigned to history
Thankful that we never fight
When we are awake at night
When winterfell ,it was said to be just like Hell
But for you and me it really set us free
We go down by Landsend and we get on the ship with our dear friend
But if the sunlight isnt gone
Sunset is our dawn
I want to tell you somehow ,what everything is
We are a part of the earth and trees
Of people who live on
Though their lifetime may be gone
Its a resurrection some have said
I wont ask what others need
Just Thankful at night to be freed
No we are still alive
But white hair and pink eyes
Just leads to our peoples cries
Skin so white
Can be consumed in straight sunlight
But I can only write more its true
If you wait for Part 2
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
'When the sun shines bright
Its the time that we both can say goodnight
With an ache thats true I encircle you
Please come to me it is only your love that can set you free
There is no jealous in me
That hasnt been consigned to history
Thankful that we never fight
When we are awake at night
When winterfell ,it was said to be just like Hell
But for you and me it really set us free
We go down by Landsend and we get on the ship with our dear friend
But if the sunlight isnt gone
Sunset is our dawn
I want to tell you somehow ,what everything is
We are a part of the earth and trees
Of people who live on
Though their lifetime may be gone
Its a resurrection some have said
I wont ask what others need
Just Thankful at night to be freed
No we are still alive
But white hair and pink eyes
Just leads to our peopies cries
Skin so white
Can be consumed in straight sunlight
But I can only write more its true
If you wait for Part 2
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
Let's shake up this whole state and just wait.
Let's hold each other's hands not our tongues.
Let's dance like fools, so alone but together.
Let's do those illegal things we do so well.
Let's play in the snow and dream of Winterfell.
Let's sing along to songs and mumble the parts we forget.
Let's drive around the town with no where to go.
Let's play with the rocks in the river.
Let's write ****** little poems about one another.
Maybe this is just me but I think that sounds fun.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
Winter is coming
with glimmers of snow
this at least I know
because of sky growls
Winter is coming
I watch fowls
wrapped in their feather cowls
head for warm relief
Winter is coming
gasps the last leaf
unfurled from its mortal sheaf
when Night King’s sword swings down
Winter is coming
tremble, under Ice Maiden’s frown
when the sight of her gown
dismays rather than awes
Winter is coming
with its silent claws
so much pain it will cause
its enemies will know defeat
Winter is coming
there is no soul so fleet
as to successfully retreat
from Winter’s adroit wrath
Winter arrives at Winterfell
taking a hail and sleet bath
contented growls cause pause
spikes rained down
cover advance of a thief
whose nefarious shadow’s prow
stifles light so darkness may grow.
~
NM
4/11/18
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC