Twas the night before Weaselmas, in Harren’s house
Not a creature was stirring (except for one mouse)

The captives were hung on the gibbet with care,
In hopes that Lord Tywin would pay a fair share

Pretty Pia was busy, in somebody’s bed,
While visions of slaughter danced in my head

In the kitchen was Hot Pie, whom I wanted to slap
Gendry was silent, taking some sort of nap.



When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
On the hearing of horns and the snap of a lash

A prisoner column was marched through the gate
Beaten and bleeding, a horrible fate

Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a lord on a zorse with a lisp and a leer



Plus his monsterous gang who’d kill for a groat
I knew in a moment it must be The Goat

Like rats to a nest, the foragers came
As he mumbled and muttered and called them by name:

“Now fighters, now Biter, now Zollo and Rorge,
On japers, on rapers, on skinners and more !

Off the the dungeons the prisoners go
And Amory Lorch can sup on some crow !”



The Mummers passed by, and the captives went forth
I pondered my duty to the King In The North

When out of the shadows a man pulled me close by
Jaqen H’Ghar looking hungry and sly

“Gods are not mocked, nor ignored, nor defamed
They’re also impatient, a man needs a third name.”

I wanted more names, more people to slay
Jaqen would not help, but I soon found the way



“Jaqen H’Ghar is name number three,
Help me with others, or else cease to be”

He grudingly bent, and called me “evil child”
Though I think I’m just northern and wolfish and wild

Down to the kitchens for scalding hot broth
Then breaking the cages, where the northmen were wroth

Lord Glover once asked how we freed all his troops
They pointed at me and said “Weasel Soup”.



The life debt was balanced, the gods had their pay
I released Jaqen, but wished him to stay

Jaqen said “sorry, but this is farewell
A man has his duties, a girl has Winterfell

A girl has proved herself worthy and won
This coin of great value, she needs only one

It is not meant for the buying of horses,
but invoke it at need with Bravvosi forces.”



A faceless Lorathi and Harrenhal’s Ghost
Had taken a castle without any host

With that moment of smiling, and a sign of respect
I knew he’d be gone before anyone checked,

So now with the terms of our parting arranged,
with a wave of his hand, Jaqen’s face changed

And I heard him exclaim, as he strode out of sight —
“Valar Morghulis, and to all a Long Night !”

by Pod the Impaler

Jaqen’s burning in a barrow at the market place
Wolf Girl has an axe in her hand
Jaqen says to Wolf girl “Girl, help me keep safe”
And Wolf Girl throws an axe right by Biter’s hand
V-al-ar Mor-ghu-lis, all men must die!
Lala all men must die
V-al-ar Do-ha-eris, All men must serve
Lala All men must serve

Jaqen follows the Wolf Girl to Harrenhall
Serves under a Lannister King (King!)
Untill he sees the Wolf Girl sleeping by the door
And as he says she ows the Red God lives of three(Three!)
V-al-ar Mor-ghu-lis, all men must die!
Lala all men must die
V-al-ar Do-ha-eris, All men must serve
Lala All men must serve.

In a couple of weeks the Wolf Girl misses home sweet home
She can free the Northmen so she won’t have to run far
Wolf Girl make some Weasel soup (Ha ha ha ha ha)

Happy ever after at Harrenhall
Jaqen lets the child take a hand
Wolf Girl wants to go home thinking she’s now safe
Jaqen said peace out but gives a coin if she changes her mind (Yea!)
V-al-ar Mor-ghu-lis, all men must die!
Lala all men must die
V-al-ar Do-ha-eris, All men must serve
Lala All men must serve.         

This moment broke my heart 

Arya in the promo of episode 5, “The Ghost of Harrenhal”

I’ve just seen a faceless man,
I can’t forget the time or place
Where we just met, Jaqen’s just the man for me
And I want all my list to get the gift
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm mmm mmm

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I’d have never thrown that axe
But as it is a man owes three
La, li, li, la, li, lives

Fallen, yes Chiswyck has fallen
And a man is calling me back again

I have never known
The likes of Weese, I’ve been alone
But a man has tricks and his dog gave a bite
But as it is man owes three
La, li, li, la, li, lives

Fallen, yes Chiswyck has fallen
And a man is calling me back again
x2

I’ve just seen a faceless man
I can’t forget the time or place
Where we just met, Jaqen’s just the man for me
And I want Harrenhal to feast on Weasel soup
Mmm, mmm, mmm, la di di

Fallen, yes Chiswyck has fallen
And a man is calling me back again
x3

by OnionAhaiReborn

Arya Stark, the Ghost of Harrenhal

Arya gets in one episode what Tyrion and Cersei had wanted all their life…

Tywin, I never thought I’d say this about you…

Its late I see and
everyone has left the board but me
I’m not much for poetry
but let me see
what I can make of a night like thee

Arya, Hot Pie, Jaqen H’gar
what a trio you make
circumstance brought you together
to a castle by the lake

The God’s Eye preceded you here
Its wisdom and knowledge are not easy to hear
Oh how I wish you would not despair
For GRRM has foretold Howland Reed shall appear

by Howling4Reed

Season 2 Locations

Social Saturday at last! XD

Every great lord and lady and knight
gathered to joust and dance in the night
from Dorne and Oldtown and north near the Wall
at the big tournament of Harrenhal.

The Dragonstone Prince, who the joust did win,
had right to choose the prettiest Queen.
Most people expected his lovely wife wed,
but he crowned the Winterfell wolfgirl instead.

Her brother, the quiet wolf, also had it nice,
as he fell in love with maid of purple eyes.
A glance, a kiss, maybe more, is there sin
if there’s nobody in between?

The son of lion was very proud
when the prince told everyone aloud:
“I name you youngest Kingsguard knight,”
and gave him a woolen cloak of white.

A little crannogman called Reed
enjoyed his bread at meat and mead,
now for his comeback waits every fan,
to learn, what else happened back then.

by Buckwheat