Seven Kingdoms
In Westeros, both north and south,
The battlelines doth change.
Starvation grips King's Landing,
The Riverlands in flames.
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Tabards and armour worn by all,
The blood runs thick and fast.
And there's another issue,
How long can summer last?
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Pain and woe, lands high and low,
It's what the people feel.
Dreading the coming of the snows,
While feeling touch of steel.
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Arrows and axes, spears and swords,
Some fight and others cower.
Horses and flames, losses and gains,
All for a seat of power.
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Wolves and magic all so tragic,
Yet who are the real beasts?
Lust and greed and beer and mead,
Like at a wedding feast?
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A continent's a battlefield,
Because of scheming wills.
Looking down upon the world,
The gods must feel ill.
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But don't be afraid, just clutch a blade,
It won't forever last.
For steel and fire have their power,
But winter's coming fast.