Shot Through The Gut by Bon Tywi

based on Shot Through The Heart by Bon Jovi

Shot through the gut, and I’m to blame; you give us a bad name

Would you be content to see me buying,
that’s unfair all the shit I put you through?
After all I’ve done to you, I’m not lying;
Quarrel in my hand, I’ll tell the truth!

Shouldn’t someone always be safe
and free to take a crap?
I felt pass through, everything;
The arrow was uncalled!



[Chorus:]
Shot through the gut as I sat there alone
with my thoughts, through the gut
It’s all fault of this wretch that I called son.



Now you’ve done the deed, should I say sorry? (ha!)
And I don’t know who you’re naming, too
Could it be the wench you dared to bring, eh?
But she was sold out and fooling you.

Standing there just a half man
with just one place to go,
I should have set the whore on fire,
Not just send her off!

[Chorus]

Shouldn’t someone always be safe
and free to take a crap?
I felt pass through, everything;
The arrow was uncalled!
And I shat!

[Epic Rocking]

Baby does what Baby please,
and Baby must know what he seeks;
But not this time, for I don’t know
Wherever it is whores go!


[Chorus]

by Liar

The Cold

In the inescapable cold,
the dread wights grew so bold,
they slain women, children, and men so old,
that the weak was all they hold.

With no good men left to fight~

And now the wildlings take flight,
to evade the eternal night,
and no matter what the good watch try,
they’ll soon drag in the wight.

With no good men left to fight~

And all the kings,
fight for pitiful things,
beneath unfathomable wings~,
but what the long cold brings~,
only the Bael Bard sings~,

With no good men left to fight~
On to the eternal night~

by StarkDragon

Linger

From Ygritte to Jon Snow, based on “Linger” by the Cranberries


If you, if you could return, don’t let you burn, don’t let you fade.
I know you were being you, and it was your attitude,
Your tearing up my heart, confusing everything.

I swore, I swore I would be true, and Jon Snow, so did you.
So why did you stand up and fight? Was that the way to leave?
Did you love me all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I’m in so deep. You know I’m such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to leave,
Things wouldn’t be so confused and I wouldn’t feel so sad,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

But I’m in so deep. You know I’m such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

And I’m in so deep. You know I’m such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

You know I’m such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

By Baitac

Late one night I had a dreamAll was not as it seemedMy life came apart at the seamsWhen I dreamed of Brienne of TarthA bear, a bear, and a maiden fairThe maiden lured into his lairBy a Goat with greasy hairThat poor Brienne of TarthI hurried back to HarrenhalJumped in the pit, gave it my allNo man alive could make me stallIn saving Brienne of TarthWith nothing but a tourney swordThe Goat laughing like an evil lordThe Kingslayer, now handless and baldA poor knight for Brienne of TarthTheir eyes glittered as they staredShouting curses as much as they daredThe Kingslayer, my soul is baredIn sacrifice for Brienne of Tarth.By Dracarya
Late one night I had a dream
All was not as it seemed
My life came apart at the seams
When I dreamed of Brienne of Tarth

A bear, a bear, and a maiden fair
The maiden lured into his lair
By a Goat with greasy hair
That poor Brienne of Tarth

I hurried back to Harrenhal
Jumped in the pit, gave it my all
No man alive could make me stall
In saving Brienne of Tarth

With nothing but a tourney sword
The Goat laughing like an evil lord
The Kingslayer, now handless and bald
A poor knight for Brienne of Tarth

Their eyes glittered as they stared
Shouting curses as much as they dared
The Kingslayer, my soul is bared
In sacrifice for Brienne of Tarth.

By Dracarya
March 20th

The chill of frost has bitten us
But now our wounds would heal
A touch of warmth, a gentle flush
Too perfect to be real

Forgotten ice and melted snows
The dewy morning gleam
The sun shines bright and sings and glows
For spring, no more a dream 

By Silver Spearwife

Something worth waiting for..

I feel your fear,
I must return.
The threat is near, you fight…

I never meant
To come this far.
You never judged me right…

Heard all the lies,
So many times.
Gods, have I been blind?

Your sad blue eyes
Are asking why?
I dreamed of you tonight… 

By OnlyMe

As lonely as the mountains peak,I lie here in the dark,With but the birds and winds to speak,The lost, forgotten Stark.My eyes, at first, refused to see,A blinded cripple, now,When fear passed eventually,I saw again, somehow.The roots that grew around my knees,Gave power to my eyes,They saw afar, through grounded trees,The truth behind the lies.For hidden, now, I’d walk unseen,The paths of memory,See things to come, and what has been,A spy to history.I see now how my brother died,And watched my father fall,I know now, too, the way he lied,He promised, after all.I saw the link in broken lines,He hides too, dressed in black,He failed, though, to read the signs,And may not make it back.My sisters, they hide faraway,By changing name and face,I see it, too, a wedding day,And one who’d take her place.My Mother now, I cannot see,Through all the tears I cried,She walks, but does not think of me,For all but hate has died.That fate, I know, is shared with mine,To spend my life alone,Here in the dark, to see and pine,For all the ones I’d known.No death will come to lay me down,No kiss to bring me sleep,No mothers arms, in which to drown,No family to keep.No horse to ride, no true glory,No sons to bear my name,No ending for my sad story,No victor in this game.No knighthood for this broken child,No freedom from this place,No legs with which to roam the wild,No sunlight on my face.No chance to explore foreign lands,No hills for me to run,No gentle touch, nor lovers hands,No rest when life is done.No tears to cry, though I would weep,No lips upon my cheek,No rest for me, no deepest sleep,No strength when I feel weak.No choice to die upon the floor,This is the life you chose,No, I don’t want this anymore,That door you cannot close.No death, no death, no dream so dear,No light found in the dark,No more, no more, no ears to hear,The cries of Brandon Stark. 
By AllMenMustRhyme

As lonely as the mountains peak,
I lie here in the dark,
With but the birds and winds to speak,
The lost, forgotten Stark.

My eyes, at first, refused to see,
A blinded cripple, now,
When fear passed eventually,
I saw again, somehow.

The roots that grew around my knees,
Gave power to my eyes,
They saw afar, through grounded trees,
The truth behind the lies.

For hidden, now, I’d walk unseen,
The paths of memory,
See things to come, and what has been,
A spy to history.

I see now how my brother died,
And watched my father fall,
I know now, too, the way he lied,
He promised, after all.

I saw the link in broken lines,
He hides too, dressed in black,
He failed, though, to read the signs,
And may not make it back.

My sisters, they hide faraway,
By changing name and face,
I see it, too, a wedding day,
And one who’d take her place.

My Mother now, I cannot see,
Through all the tears I cried,
She walks, but does not think of me,
For all but hate has died.

That fate, I know, is shared with mine,
To spend my life alone,
Here in the dark, to see and pine,
For all the ones I’d known.

No death will come to lay me down,
No kiss to bring me sleep,
No mothers arms, in which to drown,
No family to keep.

No horse to ride, no true glory,
No sons to bear my name,
No ending for my sad story,
No victor in this game.

No knighthood for this broken child,
No freedom from this place,
No legs with which to roam the wild,
No sunlight on my face.

No chance to explore foreign lands,
No hills for me to run,
No gentle touch, nor lovers hands,
No rest when life is done.

No tears to cry, though I would weep,
No lips upon my cheek,
No rest for me, no deepest sleep,
No strength when I feel weak.

No choice to die upon the floor,
This is the life you chose,
No, I don’t want this anymore,
That door you cannot close.

No death, no death, no dream so dear,
No light found in the dark,
No more, no more, no ears to hear,
The cries of Brandon Stark. 

By AllMenMustRhyme

If truth be told, in Martin’s epic tomeHe really is something of a gnome,An old grouchy bear, all covered in hair -No wonder the maiden to him wasn’t fair!But the TV gods were rather more kindAnd cast a sexy brooding type (to my mind)With Ser Jorah looking like he does on HBOEven a Targ would be mad to look at Daario!
By MrsManderly

If truth be told, in Martin’s epic tome
He really is something of a gnome,
An old grouchy bear, all covered in hair -
No wonder the maiden to him wasn’t fair!
But the TV gods were rather more kind
And cast a sexy brooding type (to my mind)
With Ser Jorah looking like he does on HBO
Even a Targ would be mad to look at Daario!

By MrsManderly

Rains of Castamere reinterpreted

”And who are you, the proud lords said
that I must bow so low.
Only a King who saved the realm
that’s all the truth I know.
A coat of red, a coat of black
A stag still has its claim
And he’ll destroy you all, my lords,
That’s all where we for aim
And so they spoke, and so they spoke
Those traitors to the king
But we will fight to the bitter end
For the fury is surely ours.
Yes we will fight to the bitter end
For the fury is surely ours.”

by Lady Sansa Stark

Hear now as the mighty fall,
The Lion Roars, and The Wolf Howls,
The Rose Withers, and The Sun Sets.
Above them all the wind Churns,
As the Dragon Rules them all. 

by Ser Justin Scummy

Westeros, last days of autumn, 300 AL


Spring and summer for a decade
It was more than ten years ago
When we saw winter the last time
But now the winds of winter blow

On the Wall it’s always cold
Marsh is stabbing young Lord Snow
He thinks he’s acting “for the Watch”
But the cold winds of winter blow

The rightful king stands in the storm
The only light is his sword’s glow
He will never give up the war
But the cold winds of winter blow

Life is not a song, he told me
I did not believe him ten, but now I do know”
Sansa is hiding in the Vale
But the cold winds of winter blow

Ser Jaime might go home, and yet!
With the Beauty his honor made him go
He doesn’t know there is no Sansa to be saved
And the cold winds of winter blow

The Queens are fighting all the time
How did the Kingdom fall so low?
There are trials to be fought
As the cold winds of winter blow

The Griffin is back, he’s reborn
The dragon’s son has grown
They’re going to take back the throne
But the cold winds of winter blow

The weak and gouty prince is planning
His real allegiance he will show
Fire and blood will be back
But the cold winds of winter blow

North or South, they are so wrong
Almost noone seems to know
The Others will bring fear and cold
Because the winds of winter blow 

by Franz95

Bah Humbug!

I am stuck with my family,
they are great, I say.
But all this holiday bs -
cannot we just do away? 

By Buckwheat

spearwifeindisguise:



This dance is but a gamechoose your partner wiselyor there will be hell to pay.Miss a step, miss a beatand the throne sinks back into the shadow’s deep.This storm is but a feastfor those who dance in the raintake a chance at least.
By Little Wing

spearwifeindisguise:

This dance is but a game
choose your partner wisely
or there will be hell to pay.

Miss a step, miss a beat
and the throne sinks back
into the shadow’s deep.

This storm is but a feast
for those who dance in the rain
take a chance at least.

By Little Wing

Confessions of an ASOIAF Addict

I used to wonder when it is you finally know
That way too addicted to ASOIAF you are?
When it is not enough just to watch the show
But you read and re-read and even go so far

As to guess a few rounds of 20 questions
And learn to thpeak in Vargo Hoat-ish
On Heresy threads dare make suggestions
And occasionally to rethink Sansa wish

But now I know there are things much worse:
You are officially addicted to ASOIAF riches
When you read lovely Evita’s doggy verse
And what comes to mind is: Ramsay’s bitches!


by MrsManderly