The Angel and The Wild
A long time ago,
There was an angel,
A man with honor and pride.
He was known has Lord Snow,
The one who never put his sword down.
A lot he fought,
A lot he saw,
He thought he knew everything,
He thought he could protect the world.
Until one day.
The angel as shy as a butterfly
Met the unknown,
The tameless and ruthless wilding.
He captured her,
He believed the good had prevailed.
Little did he knew
What was about to entail.
Love is a mysterious force.
And even in the middle of all the madness,
He tends to appear.
Even in the darkest corners.
There it is.
Hidden. Surrounded by all the war,
All the tears,
All the pain and all the suffering.
The angel and the wild grew as one,
Wrapped in love,
In desires
And promises.
They remained together,
They looked for each other.
Love was around them,
Love was in the air,
It was in every touch,
In every sparkle of their eyes,
In every word they said.
It was the happiest the angel had ever been
For her he broke the law,
For her he did everything,
For her, he climbed a wall,
For her, he even fought a war.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow", she usually said.
But,
He knew he loved her,
He knew she loved him.
Since the day they met,
He knew only one thing:
He was hers and she was his!
They promised they would never betrayed each other,
That they always be there.
However things changed
And as enemies they beard.
The dark and evil seized the wild's heart.
All she wanted was to kill the angel,
To kill her love,
To stop the suffering she was upon.
And so it was...
They stood against each other
But their hearts sang louder,
Louder than all the shouting of a war,
Louder than every scream, of every girl while being rapped,
Louder than Heaven,
Deeper than Hell.
In that single moment all it was left was both of them.
As the smile splattered in their faces
The fate proclaimed what was his,
He came into the form of an arrow,
An arrow of love,
An arrow of death.
The wild fell,
The angel died inside.
Love was back into their eyes,
It hadn't faded,
It was still there,
As powerful as before.
But what could the Angel do?
Nothing
What did he knew?
(In this ruthless song of ice and fire)
Easy,
"You know nothing, Jon Snow", stated the wild with her last and final breath.
The snow melt that day,
He was never the same.
He once had promised
They would be together forever.
He kept the promise.
The angel and the wild
Are now standing in heaven,
Surrounded by all the Gods,
Protected from all the wars.
It's impossible to wreck their love
Because, after all,
They're free spirits,
Free to love,
Free to feel,
Free to live!