We spend our days rooted amongst yellowing pages...
Learning the arts and sciences of the saints and sages.
Lives marked by the great legends and lores we know...
Praising the lords and ladies of the past we go.
Devout and pious are one of the claim,
The treacherous are forsaken and put to the blade.
The songbird pours out its tune...
Into the dark night echoing the runes.
Where moats, towers, castles and bower ruins remain,
Goes the hauntings of its inhabitants and the name...
The wind continues to daunt and mock new travellers.
Whispering of the battles as would any Fabler.
The waters run as deep as blood and faith,
Bearing secrets of betrayal, adultery, falsehood, disguise and incest.
A home to disciples and rebels both old and new...
Where the needs of the many do not outweigh the few,
The fabled lands of Westeros and Essos hail the victorious and for the slain, they mourn.
For all the lives lost in this GAME OF THRONES...