4 January 2013
Your song May be Of ice And fire
But to me It cannot be Anything less Than a dirge Slow and mournful No glory lost- No glory was there ever.
In your eyes The lady at her harp Must hold your tune Nimbly
But I see not A harpist girl But a slow, sad violin A master only Will do it justice
I shan't hold you long Though shorter than I wish
Goodnight My dream My heartspull The image-behind-eyes
Smile sweetly As you sleep This peace will last long Time is yours again
The acts of the desperate The falling The two-faced No longer need you worry It's going to be good
You arc across the sky Sear through my heart Burn the rest of my thoughts You, the rearing melody
Now hush Now hush once more I've got you- You're safe now- No longer will anything trouble you. Make your peace Say hello And sleep, go back to sleep
The song Of heartspull and Howling wolves Will be with you Through your rest.
(Ugh, I had to do it. Game of Thrones gives me so many feels.)
Inhale, Exhale, Smile, Sing • Opuss № I