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Note: This is a ballad type I wrote based on a character played by someone special. Maybe when I figure out a tune I might sing it. xDSnapshot _ -Winterfell-, Horse Land (168, 150, 30) - Moderate A raven from king’s landing flew straight for north,
Bearing with it mere words that will fill the song of history,
With heavy hearts the young wolf in subject was to be called forth..
For the disappearances of his kin were grave mystery.

With storm in his eyes the young wolf answered his duties,
Preparing his mind for the uncertainty it held,
Young heart did not want to leave the north and its beauties,
But the honor within was strong with the will to compel.

His journey was simple only with steed and loyal hound,
Before reaching the gates he was brushed by a falcon’s wing,
He finally reached the manse with Stark Banners all around,
The young wolf kept to himself for he was still learning of spring.

Winter is coming…the soft words whisper,
Which is the greater war for the young wolf’s fight?
Allowing his warm heart to drive away the shiver,
Despite the poison that lingers he always see the light…

The spring brought a whole different world to his eyes,
This young wolf’s name spread around like a breeze,
Due to his bright honor and respect compared to the usual lies,
Big heart still warm despite the capital’s disease.

More disappearances among his kin was heard,
He knew what he must do to keep the family’s strong ground,
A heavy weight on his shoulder but weakness was blurred
Determined soul carried on with his duties without a sound.

Storm gray eyes was opened up to see,
The poisons within deeply buried beneath,
No man within the capital could expect to be free,
For they are all trapped in the dragon’s teeth.

Winter is coming…the soft words whisper,
Which is the greater war for the young wolf’s fight?
Allowing his warm heart to drive away the shiver,
Despite the poison that lingers he always see the light…

A union with a falcon brought him great strength,
The old gods of the forest blessed the shining hope,
The Falcon’s gaze silences the young wolf’s torments,
Despite the capital’s grips tightening its rope.

His family grew within the poisonous walls,
Winter have arrived along with the breeze of pain,
The young wolf’s falcon will not allow him to fall,
War on the horizon brought forth endless rain.

Illness and misdeeds surrounded his kin,
The honor of the name must not be slurred,
Firmness in words needed to return what has been,
The wolf’s howl was never unheard.

Winter is coming…the soft words turn into a scream,
Is this all worth the young wolf’s fight?
Allowing his warm heart to dwell in a peaceful dream,
He won’t let the poison drown the light…

Epilogue [Added March 20, 2014]

As quick as the winter comes,
A much greater duty was entrusted upon him,
Just like his father he becomes,
Hand of the King rose the high pitch hymn.

Through sleepless nights and endless worries,
He toiled to fix what should be right,
Despite the shattering of hearts and shaking trees,
This young wolf was yet to bite.

Lost leaders, madness and blinded egos,
Strong heart of the north refuses to surrender,
Honor, family, love and duty of these heroes,
No pure heart can reveal the madness and lies of a pretender.

Winter is coming…the soft words turn into a scream,
Is this all worth the young wolf’s fight?
Allowing his warm heart to dwell in a peaceful dream,
He won’t let the poison drown the light…

He sent his Falcon and little wolf home in disguise,
Honorable heart suffered in the manner,
His Ryswell uncle ensured there will be no surprise,
And soon they could see from a distance the direwolf banner.

The war with the black sails is soon to descend,
He ran down the steps of the hand’s tower,
Time to join the war along side the north to ascend,
Before his body, soul and mind will be devoured.

Words passed over his eyes playing with matters of heart,
The young wolf ran with all his will and breath,
Clouded mind of worry did not see the lies within words impart,
Arrows flew in the air striking the young wolf to his death.

Winter is coming…the soft words turn into a scream,
Is this all worth the young wolf’s fight?
His warm heart will remain a memory forever,
A history of the young wolf forever shining bright…

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