Game of Thrones Poem: House Martell

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


A poem describing the sigil and mentality of Game of Thrones House Martell

Submitted: February 23, 2018

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Submitted: February 23, 2018

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House Martell

Unbowed, the Red Viper’s fangs spit poison.

Unbent, the golden spear thrusts through the sun.

Unbroken, as dry desert sands swirl in passion.

Plots of vengeance have begun

When bastards rise, ten thousand strong.

The Viper’s hiss echoes among the streets

As crimson flames glow in the heat.

Fiery tongues speak false truths

As those to live or die must choose.

Bowed low is the scaly neck of the snake.

Bent and twisted is the southern kingdoms fate.

Soldiers fall for the vengeance they tell,

Broken among the fiery pits of Hell.

 


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