I'm not sure where this came from.. its not in my usual style, and it is a little strange... but enjoy and please review.
I do not own Game of Thrones, nor do I own anything to do with them.. only my words.
Perhaps it was leaving the spring maid. A sad, beautiful thing in the desolate wasteland of life, and the last breath of spring before summer. A story of death and hope. A beginning and an ending at once.
She died and she did not die. One of those moments that live in your memories forever...and that was sad. He cradled his new hope ( and a freshly killed tyrant is nothing less is his position) in his hands. A lost life.
And the warmth of life intrigued him.
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When they buried his sweet sister, it was with a heavy heart. He was a man of winter, and such grief could melt his armor. But here he was.
So Winter cried through spring, but of course summer would come shortly. He'd bring a new hope for the world from the depths of winter.
But that is another thing entirely. This is a story of a beginning begun, and a story of spring.
"But winter is coming"
Perhaps it was meeting the summer maid. A sad, warm thing in the desolate wasteland of life, and a whisper of summer before fall. A story of life and hope. A beginning and an ending at once.
She smiled and she did not smile. One of those smiles that doesn't quite reach the ground...and that was sad. She cradled her new hope ( and a loaf of bread is nothing less is her position) in her hands. A promise of life.
And the warmth of life intrigued him.
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When he woke up the next day, it was with a heavy heart. He was a man of winter, and such warmth could melt his armor. But here he was.
So Winter lingered through summer, but of course fall would come shortly. He'd bring a new sight for the world into the depths of winter.
But that is another thing entirely. This is a story of a beginning ended, and a story of summer.
"And winter is coming"
Perhaps it was seeing the fall maid. A sad, sweet thing in the desolate wasteland of life, and a cool fall breeze before winter. A story of life and hate. A beginning and an ending at once.
She cried and she did not cry. One of those tears that doesn't quite reach the ground...and that was sad. She cradled her new hope ( and a trueborn son is nothing less is her position) in her hands. A new life.
And the warmth of life intrigued him.
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When he presented his wife with a child not her own, it was with a heavy heart. He was a man of winter, and such sadness could melt his armor. But here he was.
So Winter repented through fall, but of course winter would come shortly. He'd see the new sight for the world from the depths of winter.
But that is another thing entirely. This is a story of an ending begun, and a story of fall.
"Winter is coming"
Perhaps it was greeting the winter maid. A sad, evil thing in the desolate wasteland of life, and the murderous gust of winter. A story of death and hate. A beginning and an ending at once.
She feared and she did not fear. The kind of fear that doesn't quite shake your bones...and that was sad. She cradled her new hope ( and a bastard boy-king is nothing less is her position) in her hands. A lasting life.
And the warmth of life would kill him him.
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When he was forced to his knees as a public spectacle, it was with a heavy heart. He was a man of winter, and such hate had melted his armor. So here he was.
And Winter kneeled as the snow fell, the end of his days upon him. He'd be taken forever into the depths of winter.
And that is the thing in its entirety, because this was a story of death and hate and life and hope. This was a story of the Man of Winter. A story now over.
"Winter has come"
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*** it wasn't winter when he died, but it was for dramatic effect. "the winter of his life" . ***