The Deserter
Eyes stern and emotionless
but for a shimmer of empathy
for brother Bran. Innocence
fading like the breadth of summer
behind apathy of an icy winter.
This isolation in my heart has
bred chaos to my compassion,
yet loyalty and morality keep me
sane, far from a darker passage,
a cold that grips my soul
and whispers 'bastard'.
Blood has stained my nightmares,
so soon will they this child of Stark;
mist will cover his eyelids before
clarity bares itself in it's true essence;
life seeping into a grizzly rebirth
of manhood and integrity.
