Kill
the boy.
You have to.
Surely you know
winter is coming:
innocence shall perish.
The cold corrupts tender things;
a knife in his young, beating heart
may be the only mercy he finds
white walking towards a broken future...What kind of man could he become some day?
Should ideals grow dense like his bones
the world might prove too small a stage
to project his destiny
you must protect the boy
that once lived in you.
All that remains
is ash, if
that boy
dies.
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Game of Thrones Poems
PoetryPoems, prophecies, visions and songs from either I created, fans create or I find from the book/tv show. I hope you enjoy reading them Links - https://allpoetry.com/contest/2682117-Game-of-Thrones-
