There is a Place

by Roanelle

A four stanza poem about the North.

There is a place far in The North

Above the Wall, below beyond.

Where naught is known but ice and death

And the air freezes with ev'ry breath

Where lordlings cross or stay or die,

Blue fires burn the dead, awry.

There the heir does not abscond.

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There is a place in Winterfell

Round a heart tree drowned in grief.

Where tears have etched on each anguished face

And the deadened bodies snow's encased.

Where hopes turn to rotting sorrow

And wolves devour bone and marrow.

There the stone weeps in disbelief.

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There is a place on the Gift

There Craster's girl hides quiet and low.

Where whores and taverns abate the Black

And Gilly cleans out clothes and rack.

Where now is naught but Wildling rust

And Ygritte's arrows lie thick as dust.

There the anger swells and rolls.

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There is a place called Castle Black

Under the Wall, a dungeon of ice and stone and coal.

Where Lord Snow ascends to fervent duty

And burns the first Dead, hand blackened and sooty.

Where Grenn defeated moutain's giant

And passed beneath the black gate, compliant.

There the dutiful never sleep and fear consumes the soul.