it's the light that fades from Grey,
the hopes and lust and wonders,
the walk to yonder for their home,
with hearts of iron and heads of gold,
with armors of leather and sleek boots,
with eyes of fire and words of ice;
it's these that ends the day.
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i travel to reach back home,
far from the strong winds
of the Mountain that blew out the sun.
i travel to reach your heart,
away from the vengeful Viper
oh holy once, oh Red once more.
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game of thrones, poetry
Fanfictionstill haven't gotten over the deaths of many rightful kings.
