Authors Notes: Hi everyone, this another poetry piece that I have written yet again for A Game Of Thrones (Love it)
It was a quick idea that came to me, when I sat down in front of a blank screen in the library, I hope you enjoy it.
CrimsonEternal
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to George R R Martins A game of thrones or the characters involved.
Broken things have the strongest hearts
They feel and they cry
They love and they die
All for the realm of the seven kingdoms
Far away north, to a land of ice white
There comes no day, only a constant night
The colour black is the fitted attire
Mourning lost lives that they can no longer require
Black is the colour of everyman's heart
Here up north where the war will start
They live in a fortress that haunts itself
Tall and broken, yet firm and strong
They all know it's this place that they belong
This broken castle, the have called home
No other place, for many a year have they known
They are the shadows that watch the wall at night
Black eyes scanning the vastness of white
Atop the wall they will huddle around a fire
For to seek some warmth is what they greatly desire
Their cloaks of cotton are nothing but moth eaten threads
Without protection they will be dead
Not many were prepared for what they were about to face
Nobody warned them about the dangerous place
To one in particular, taking the black was a choice
He chose his fate so they would here is voice
Somehow, foolishly he thought the notion heroic
Defending the realm, from evil and sin
No he has seen it, he does not know where to begin
Thrown into a world that he knew little about
Spoke the words and accepted the vows
He is a black brother from this night to all nights to come
The shield that guards the realms of men
The watcher on the wall
And as the twilight fades, a silhouette stands tall
Proud and defiant, he refuses not to succeed
To protect the realm, his flesh will bleed
Broken things have the strongest hearts
They feel and they cry
They love and they die
All for the realm of the seven kingdoms