He is Theon and not Reek when he is given the knife

He is Theon and not Reek when the hilt is buried in the bastard's heart

He is not a traitor or turn-cloak when the blood spills over the weirwood tree

He is a priest when the gods whisper their praise and he smiles a crooked grin

It is known the gods have a priest south of the wall, the only kneeler they have ever blessed

It is known the gods healed him when hope was lost

The north is savage, the Starks are ruthless, and the men are cruel

But the priest is kind

He helps those who are betrayed, helps those that seek the gift of death

And when cruel men, harsh men, are sentenced to die

He takes them to the weirwood grove

And listens to the gods