Game of Thrones: The Poem
When it begins one cannot say
But of this be assured
Escape is not an option once
Into the game ones lured
Some men play this game willingly
For power and for wealth
To dominate their fellow men
And to better them self
Some others serve a "noble cause"
And fight for honour and glory
In hopes that even if they die
Of them we will tell stories
Still others lust for vengeance
Want justice to be served
Play in the hopes of inflicting
The Punishment deserved
Most men just wish to live their lives
To see the dawn next day
They just want peace they do not care
What games the High Lords Play
But none are offered any choice
For once the game begins
An end is impossible 'til
One of the players wins
And all are drawn into the game
As fighters or supporters
Be they our closest neighbours
Or someone from over waters
Monarchs, Knights, Lords and Ladys
Peasants, Criminals, Maids
The liar and the honest man
And every Renegade
And those who claim there's middle ground
Are foolish or tell lies
For when one play's the Game of Thrones
One either wins or dies