Lyanna.

En dikt baserad på A song of fire and ice, den är förmodligen helt förståelig för er som inte läst böckerna.


I am a wolf of a different shape,
just as unpredictable,
just as insurgent.

We loved and we shared,
ignorant of what may come to pass.
We tried but it was never our time.

For first there was a stag lined in my sight,
Big and proud, with horns so sharp.
and how I loved but feared,
that those sharp horns would rip me to pieces.
A bastard stag soon was born,
your child with a mother that wasn't me.
My beloved stag,
your horns ripped me to pieces.

A dragon can devour both stag and wolf,
and a false dragon did devour,
ripped the wolves of my pack apart.
They called you the true dragon,
the Dragon Prince,
and what a prince you were.

Men pulled me out from my deep sleep,
told me I had to go,
forced me to leave my pack behind.
There you waited.
wanted me to be yours.
"Someone like you can make me happy, not a Dornish maiden" you said,
"Your fire might burn me" I replied,
and with a smile you promised; My fire will only give you warmth.

A started to grow inside of me,
and the rebellion grew along with him.
Oh my dear wolf brother,
promise me,
take care of my son.
"Promise me, Ned"
My last words faded away,
as did my soul.
I'm sorry for what we started,
but the love a wolf bears,
is only meant for her pups.