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

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

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

”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

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

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 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

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

Izgubljen rubin

Kapljica v blatni reki
Išče modri cvet

Če ga ne bi našel
Bi mnogi se živeli
Mi pa brez čtiva

by Buckwheat 

Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him. She slashed the boy across his thigh, so hard that his leg went out from under him and he fell into the pool and began to splash and shout. “You be quiet, stupid,” the girl said, tossing her own branch aside. “It’s just water. Do you want Old Nan to hear and run tell Father?” She knelt and pulled her brother from pool, but before she got him out again, the two of them were gone.

You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The Wolf Blood’, my lord father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave. Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her. You even look like her.

The 4th installment of our Songs of Ice, Fire and Everything in-Between Podcast is here, folks! This, along with the usual songs, contains some of our bards saying some ASOIAF-related words for you to listen to! Stick with us, we hope you like it :)

Links for the song adaptations featured in this podcast:

• Winter’s Lady’s “Feeling Dead” - http://shardsofbards.tumblr.com/post/22294521843/feeling-dead-berric-dondarrion-birds-flying
• Grumkin Ahai’s take on Red Hot Chili Peppers “Californatication” - http://shardsofbards.tumblr.com/post/27778633105/faceless-spies-from-braavos-secret-order-like-the#disqus_thread
• Dracarya’s take on “Eyes on Fire” by Blue Foundation - http://shardsofbards.tumblr.com/post/25305734837/i-wont-soothe-your-pain-i-wont-ease-your-strain
• Onion Ahai Reborn’s “Oh R’hllor!” - http://shardsofbards.tumblr.com/post/21802523131/melisandre-oh-rhllor-in-the-middle-of-the
• Howling Mad’s take on The Peaches “Presidents of the USA” - http://shardsofbards.tumblr.com/post/20916624987/the-peach-in-the-south-shall-not-be-forgotten-to