So once again I cannot sleep,
And some urge brings me here,
Our long lost home, now hidden deep,
In sad need of repair.
If one would ask, I could not say,
What troubles me tonight,
My mind, it seems, will not make way,
Though I turn out the light.
So once again,I turn to you,
And hope to pass the time,
To share again, as I used to,
My tired, midnight rhyme.
Too long has passed since I last read,
Of Lannister and Stark,
Now boxed away, just like the dead,
Alone and in the dark.
I long to once more turn the page,
And fall into that tale,
Whose words I love more as they age,
That move me without fail.
Lions and wolves, a burning stag,
And more who played their part,
I wish to fly again their flag,
Through Martin’s written art.
Fools and kings on iron thrones,
With crowns upon their head,
And dragons making ash of bone,
Borne high, on wings of dread.
Maybe my dreams will bring me there,
More memories of home,
The smell, and feel, the very air,
Of each misshapen tome.
I often wish I could go back,
To how things were before,
Fly home again, my books unpack,
And start afresh once more.
With these words said I hope to find,
Though hope is oft in vain,
A chance to rest my weary mind,
And sleep away this pain.