Winter is Coming

The knights of Spring, garlands about their necks

and blunt tourney swords in hand

the innocent youth,

having only known the warm kisses of maidens

and the sweet Summer Sun.

This season will pass,

Winter is coming.

A red comet streaks across the azure sky,

turns to blood once the sun has set

and tales dragons begin to spread across the sea.

What was once legend, stories of Grumkins and Snarks

leap from the pages of children’s stories

and into the woods beyond the Wall.

That great expanse of ice, once garrisoned as kingdom would be,

ready to defend, to hold at bay the gathering storm,

has become merely tradition.

A place for murderers and thieves as well as some second sons

and a few knights whom have no hope in owning titles or lands.

The true nature of it, a mystery to those black crowes,

standing vigil against the endless night.

They all speak the words,

“I am the sword in the darkness.

I am the watcher on the walls.

I am the shield that guards the realms of men.”,

but to what end.

Their needs are quickly disregarded by the rest of Westeros

in light of the Game of Thrones being played by so many would-be kings.

Let us pray their warnings are heeded

before that night which has no end engulfs the world

and Winter descends upon us all.