The Bastard Child

by AryaMaysileeLovegood

The atmosphere after Bran's fall is tense, especially between Lady Stark and Jon Snow, but then it always has been. She resents him, The Bastard Child. This is actually a poem based on the book, "A Game Of Thrones", but this website does not seem to have the book as a category, so sorry if this misleads you :( Enjoy!

"I do not need your absolution, bastard child."

You close yourself off to him,
Slamming iron shutters to his pain,
You let your pain cloud your vision,
And poison the air he breathes.

You watch the one who sleeps,
But he has others who protect him,
The so-called bastard child,
Has none.

Your anger is misdirected
Misconstrued, misunderstood,
You loathe the bastard child,
For no other reason than what you call him.

You shut yourself away from the bastard child,
So he does to you, so you do to him,
The cycle continues,
as sure as summer follows spring.

But now the winter is coming,
Your selfishness brings on a chill,
Brings a cold heart, a cold life,
A cold body.

Both children are lost,
But in differing ways,
One in mind,
One in heart.

You are lost too,
Blinded by unwavering hatred,
Irrational, irresponsible, irrevocable,
Intentionally lost.

You stray from your path,
You ignore the signs,
You stagger away from the trail,
Away from the bastard child.

You patronise him for trying,
You berate him for being ignorant,
You know not mercy or pity,
Pity The Bastard Child.

Bitch.