Red Threads Unbraided (or, An Ode to Direwolves)
Grey winds sweep across the land
And calls armies to their command
No man will be safe, not by salt, nor by bread
And as lords count their gold, their rivers will run red.
Ladies and their songbirds sing
Of dreams to one day marry a king
But life is no song, and there's danger to fall
For the twisted words of a mockingbird's call
Nymeria's ships come to shore
To march an army on hell's door.
For when Death came calling to whisk her away
In revolt she answered 'Not today'.
Summer squirrels climb, run, and leap,
But with broken legs, how strong they'll weep.
But the crow will offer it a clever lie
'Come with me and I'll teach you to fly'
Shaggy dogs stalk the plain
With blood dripping from creatures slain
Feral anger at the world surround
For the black demon's rage knows no bounds
Ghosts walk silent through the hall
Tattered remains on a lonely wall
Castles empty but for murderous crows
Who caw in distaste at fallen snows
Stories bound in blood, come unraveled
Each to make a journey untraveled
Cross realm and sea and times much dire
To mark pages of history in ice and fire
By: WhiteDragonWarrior
March 16, 2016