The night is dark
the black brothers are silent
all solemn and torn as they stare at the bastard highness
he lies in a heap in a pool on the ground
and from his mouth there comes no sound
he's been betrayed by those he called brothers
but now his eyes are as ice blue as the others
with three daggers that protrude from his back
there was no way that he could have foreseen their attack
lost in his thought he was bound to his duty
protecting the realm from all obscurity
broken and bleeding his body lies limp in the snow
his black cloak spread about him like raven wings
in the faint distance he thinks he can hear a voice
"what are you doing here Jon? you didn't end up here by choice"
soft and gentle the voice seems to soothe him
as the light grows brighter he begins to see who stands before him
a woman with hair the colour of gold
an angelic beauty of the story's foretold
her skin is the colour of alabaster white
her eyes the colour of the nights watch's life
he wants to speak but the numbness has taken control
he's losing himself as his body grows cold
she smiles down at him and the light glows brighter
she whispers into his ear "get up Jon for you are a fighter"
at those words he found the strength to speak
"who are you my lady?"
"i am the promise you keep"
at her answer his body shudders
a smile upon his face and then his eyes close
she watches in silence as he dies before her in the snow
a white hand reaches out to touch his dark curls
"rest in piece now my son for I am your mother".