Winter is coming
I.
There are no songs left in the world
That could hum man's most silent joys.
There are no lyrics that could bring justice
To the enchantment of life and death
And only the howling of the wind could enslay
The grey dust of the dire wolf's treading
As it imprints its shadow on the lost moon's light,
And only the wisest men of the banners could
give it a meaningful tune.
II.
A song remains unsung
And the memory of the kings of
the cold and white snow
are slowly slain by the dried ink of the earth.
Where only the crimson blood liquid
Remains as the life to the maester's quill.
III.
The demented path of a deserter will not be left
Open and treaded upon still,
For talk of old enemies watch beyond the wall
Should be placed only in thoughts.
For only the life's own sharpness could dull
the edge of its trespassers
and only the bannerment's fall would proclaim
victory of paramounts.
IV.
Should there be need for abandonment of thy own's armor,
There will I first unsheathe my soul from my body
And face the wrath of the seven hells
Before I abandon my honor.
-a song from the north
FOREWORD
AN:After eons of being MIA, I have returned for yet another fic in progress. I have written a few chapters for this GoT fanfiction due to my uh obsession with George R.R. Martin's work and now that it has a supporting TV series, I can't help but let my imagination go all haywire and explode. The events set on this fic are the events on which I believe happened in between the real events of the book and TV series. However, a few alterations can be expected as the story progresses. I have created a small kingdom in the North East of Westeros called the city of light, Lumynis on which I have created to be the most loyal House sworn to Stark. They are also what I would describe as the lost race of Knights who when found are bringers of answers to the defeated race of the just. I have pre-empted the ending as well changed who possibly sits on the Iron Throne so good luck with guessing. The story centers initially on the lives of the young heirs to the seven Houses and how one such as Robb Stark finds his true love lost more times than he can count unknowingly sharing the same affection for girl with whom John falls forbiddenly for. I purely wrote the story and poems for fun and admiration for GRRM and HBO and if all else false correctly into place, I might find myself committing to this fic and actually finishing it this summer. I encourage all feedback and suggestions as well as a proposed collaboration if any. For Beta's, message me, I'm finding myself interested working with one but I can confidently say to my former betas and readers that my writing has improved. Thank you for all your work. Forgive my long message and enjoy. -LVS
Game of Thrones © George R.R. Martin
Songs from the Seven © Lady-von-Strife/LadyWinchester (fayer.) the original poems are representative of each division of the series. Hope you like them.
P.S This is a revamp of my previous post due to some suggestions. :)
Click on the Next page for the 1st chapter
