Game of Thrones poem

A poem i wrote, in honor of my favorite Fantasy book and tv series. Game of thrones

War of the five kings, balance to contain

The young wolf, thoughts of a beheading pain

Lions, and krakens, a bloody campaign

Red weddings, a remembering rain

Brotherhood without banners, silence, no sound

Sword of Tarth, honor to be found

Loyalty of a broken, burning hound

Fire and blood, no longer to be crowned

Faith of the seven, where sparrows reap

City of tragedy, lair of the red keep

A world where mockingbirds and spiders creep

Here, the Kings guard roam, chaos sweeps

Across the seas to Essos, kingdom of the faceless

A collection of masks, list of the nameless

Agents of the fire god, sorcerers that are ageless

Dothaki heathens, power of unsullied's greatness

To the north, where the three eyed raven goes

White walkers, wildlings and crows

Castle black, the home to Jon Snow

Long claw, laying waste to his foes

Past the wall, the free folk to behold

Where giants roam, dire wolves of northern cold

Mance Rayder, no allegiance to be sold

A sea of uniting clans, their stories told

Fiery sands of Dorne, home to Sunspear

A battle of mountains, viper that volunteers

A mission of vengeance is quite clear

Unbowed, unbent, unbroken, words to fear

A knight of flowers, This golden rose

Queen of thorns, death of the king she knows

High garden, where royalty, and elegance shows

Growing strong, words they chose

Betrayal of brothers, a family that was torn

We do not sow, words they sworn

What is dead may never die, fear the kraken's scorn

Waves of Pyke, home of the Ironborn

Lions of Casterly Rock, power to explore

Mighty Tywin, a legacy to restore

Jamie, the women scream and adore

Lannister's always pay their debts, hear me roar!

A kingdom of marriage, balance has began

A sigil of the trout, a rebellion that was won

Wars of the blackfish, but his story is done

Family, duty, honor. The words of Riverrun

As high as honor, legacy and tales

A young lord who is too weak and frail

Falcon and moon, no mission to fail

Mighty mountains. The Knights of the Vale

Yellow banners and flags

Storm lands and stags

Glory, a King's hammer, bodies to drag

Battles of victories, to praise and brag

Flaying the innocent, eyes of the cunning

The arrow soars, the sound of humming

Battle of Winterfell, marching and drumming

Loyal to these words, Winter is coming

Sail the narrow sea, where legacy is known

Beware the conquer, a voyage to Dragonstone

Breaker of chains, her appetite of destruction has grown

Hopes, dreams, visions, of melted Iron throne