There's a guy in the north we all know
with a scary dead dragon in tow,
he is ashen and stiff
with a strange kind of quiff
and he seems to have somewhere to go.
His eyes are of the deepest clear blue
throws a spear like no other men do,
if you fall in the fight
and your day becomes night
in your death he will resurrect you.
In the realm of the dead he is king
he's no use for a crown or a ring,
he has one job to do
that's to kill me and you,
it's just winter and death that he brings.
The great houses shall all become one
and we'll fight til the Night King is gone,
we'll match fire to his ice
it's not gonna be nice,
when its over they'll call me King Jon.
As the battle of Winterfell closed
the Night King was food for the crows.
It took Arya's knife
to end all the strife,
the Night King at last was deposed.
Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/14040796-The-Night-King-by-Podders
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Game of Thrones Poems
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