Men of the North

by SidheBlinded

A short musing on the people north of the Wall in honor of the third season and the coming sixth book. A first upload, so flamers be kind. Here's to the Wildlings!

*My first upload! Not my best work, mind you, but something has to end up on the bottom of the list. This is just a little musing on the North as we move into the third season and towards a sixth book. Kind of waiting for the shoe to drop on what's happening beyond the Wall as well (and maybe imagining the look of horror on certain Southerners faces when they finally see the whole picture). Ah well, call me cruel if you want. So, a little poem dedicated to the wildlings and Night's Watch. Enjoy (but don't flame!).

Men of the North

A desperate song of Summer

Cries against the cold,

As hope and strength are crushed beneath

The blasts of Winter bold.

Just as surely as the sunset

Must move from the sky,

So Summer must yield its place

And even Autumn die.

We are lords of ice and frost,

Trueborn sons of snow.

And Southern minds refuse to grasp

The truths all Northmen know.

These Southern lords will fight and fuss

And chase the dying light;

But we see Winter coming,

And turn to face the Night.

*Feel free to comment but not to flame. Cut a noob a break, eh?