Sword
GOT poetic excerpt Sansa & Theon
I feel flayed,
Like the banners that cover me like poison
I am Stark
But my hair is like a raven,
And I am covered in oil,
Wrapped up in our quietly tired
Musings of shared trauma, your fire doesn’t burn me though it should,
You who have stolen my house, Theon,
Now toiled down to a smashed weapon under the boot heel of the sinking dynasty of a brutal war.
You tell me, “It can always get worse,”
I see it in your eyes, though they hide from my gaze,
You do not know yourself anymore.
I saw you when you sunk your sword
Into that Bolton banner,
And saved me from the freezing moon
Holding me in your cradling warmth
I, Sansa, can start to heal
As I see you stand up tall again, I remember I had tried to etch your true name in your mouth again, as you are
A man even though your own sword was brutally abused, stolen.
Tattered and flayed by the same man,
We are one,
A sword drawn hopeful in the night,
You brought me the sun,
In dreams, I linger in your heart.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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