Game of Thrones Poem: House Arryn

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


a poem describing the sigil and mentality of game of thrones house arryn

Submitted: February 23, 2018

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Submitted: February 23, 2018

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House Arryn

Impregnable walls and high spiked gates

The Vale of the Rock will defy even fate.

You fool, you too shall fly

And throw out your arms to the distant sky.

Pride and honor, highest above

The lady of the nest grows mad with love.

The mockingbird sings with sharp quick notes

While elsewhere his claws slit unwise throats.

With arrogance and fame will chaos arise.

But opportunity grows and fates intertwine.

Yes, the falcon soars above the moon,

But t’will meet its end soon.

The wolf will howl into the night

As the wings break and feathers fall

Blood runs red down the mountain side

And death’s the end of all.

 


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