Immemorial Stark
Blustery storms have left ripe tears on faces,
emotional trenches filled with barren armies.
Grief stale on the lips of kings and lonely knights,
they must reach with gauntlet hands their destinies.
Let not the words lie heavy in this tragic fable,
but find the will to fight like mountains against the sea;
immovable only in times sweetened repose we stand,
united against the eclipse that shrouds our certainty.