I can be the perfect knight
I can be the man you’d like
Whatever you want, whatever you need
If there’s anything, just tell me

He may have status and a pretty sword
I know I cannot offer more
But he’ll never care the way I can
And I have love with open hands

Why can’t you see me standing here?
Please, just see me, please, my dear
Why must your eyes always drift her way?
I’ll be waiting - right here I’ll stay

I see now the way it is
I’ll never have you, not like this
I can’t pronounce my love and fight
I can’t beat a shining knight

If I must lie and play the game
If I must fight to make a name
If I must start a war for you
Believe me, Cat, that’s what I’ll do

by Silver Spearwife

Well, the look of that bride, it ain’t
It ain’t surely the taste
But my former love, she had such a
Such a beautiful taste

I wanted love
Love for myself
Instead the girl, married another
And put me on a shelf

Oh, my next girl
Will be exactly like my last girl
And the mistakes back then
Won’t let them happen again

Oh, my next girl
Will be exactly like my last girl
Lysa had a creepy death
So I got a second chance

Oh, her beautiful face and her
And her bright blue eyes
And I’m praying for
Her to fall for my lies.

All this work, over
Over so much time
If I don’t have Cat’s girl
I, I might loose my mind.

Oh, my next girl
Will be exactly like my last girl
And the mistakes back then
Won’t let them happen again

Oh, my next girl
Will be exactly like my last girl
Lysa had a creepy death
So I got a second chance.

by Little Miss Sunshine

There once was a chick who lived in the Vale
Who didn’t respond to her nephew’s mail
Mayhaps she’s just moving slow like a snail
But really she’s waiting to give Petyr tail
But when she met Sansa she started singing like Bael
So she dropped out the moon door like rain snow and hail

by Gingerly Grumkin

A beauty once, none greater so,
Than Lysa Tully, years ago,
But time and torment leave behind,
No beauty, nor a stable mind.

For now she finds herself a shell,
Her firstborn dead, the next as well,
With memories that haunt her still,
Of death caused by her father’s will.

She hides away in her high Eyrie,
Where she is safe, at least in theory,
And with her son, her last son, she,
Prays the Gods will let them be.

For little has she known of love,
Save from the Stranger high above,
And Littlefinger, far below,
Lies he spun, and even though,

Her first love he would always be,
He loved but one, Catelyn Tully,
For though her love was deep and true,
She was the lesser of the two.

A marriage cape of lies she wore,
As jewels bestowed on favourite whores,
Yet believing every word that passed,
Those Baelish lips, she had at last,

Found the love she had longed for,
Had waited half her life and more,
Yet heartbreak never wanders far,
But lingers where the shadows are,

In corners of suspicious minds,
It waits in turn, until it finds,
A chance to strike, and soon to kill,
Poor Lysa’s ever fragile will.

She soon would find the cost of love,
As Littlefinger, far above,
Cast her down from doors on high,
To fall, and weep, alone, and die.

by Winter’s Knight

George’s deaths are always fun
So I’ll make a top five list to my favorite one
Shae broke Tyrion’s heart, so he broke her lungs
Viserys’ death was just so golden
Lysa the crazy took a real long jump
The Tickler’s death “Where’s Dondarrion!”
But Cleos Frey’s skull gets smashed again and again

by Ndrew of Typhgarian

The Tully woman’s belly was large
Her mind was largely flighty
But underneath that auburn hair
There dwelt an anger mighty!

“Oh Lysa dear, be my own,
I’ll never love another
Our hearts and bodies will join as one
Like a Lannister with her brother!”

“Oh Petyr dearest, I love you so,
And mine own husband is toothless
Considering he’s a man of 74,
Killing him’s not so ruthless!”

And so the dastard deed was done
And Jon A. was sadly done in
But can we blame poor Lysa when
We recall Jon’s breath (of onions?)

And so the two were joined and wed
Lysa Aryn and the man she treasured
And indeed, without exaggeration we can say
The whole Eyrie heard her pleasured.

But then young Sansa Stark
Came prettily to the castle
And Littlefinger said “Let me inside!”
(And he didn’t mean their house, the rascal!)

So Lysa lost it, Sansa cried
LF made his lady fly
But he kept his “daughter” by his side,
To molest her on the sly

Until the day when at the keep
A mysterious crone came walking
And a stupid Kettleblack
Chose to let her right on in, a gawking

“Lord Baelish, you may be young
But I swear your bedroom skills unworthy
And your lust for little girls,
Is really just quite pervy!”

And so she made the bastard fly
The thing went off without a hitch
And as he flew into the air
She shouted, “Only Ned, you bitch!”

by Queen Cersei I

Psycho-Lysa

I can’t seem to face up the truth
Petyr loves Cat, ever since our youth
I can’t sleep, else Sansa will steal him
Don’t ever dare to touch my SweetRobin!

Psycho-Lysa!
What the hell?!
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far crazy
Than anyone in this foggy Vale!
Psycho-Lysa!
What the heck?!
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far madder
Than anyone portrayed in this tale!

I start a plot, and I can’t even finish it!
I talk a lot, but I’m never making any sense!
When I have nothing to say, Moon Door is open!
I murdered once, why not doing it again?


Psycho-Lysa!
What the hell?!
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far crazy
Than anyone in this foggy Vale!
Psycho-Lysa!
What the heck?!
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far madder
Than anyone portrayed in this tale!

By Little Miss Sunshine

The day is white outside,
The flakes fall slow
I have to go and savour it
My footsteps in the snow…

I get down on my knees
And suddenly I just know
My hands build up towers
A castle in the snow…

A bridge, a door, a moat
The room where lives the crow
How well I still remember
My homeland long ago…

At that time, I didn’t care
I longed for the Southern show
Father died for my foolishness
And now the war winds blow…

Far North, all burnt down
By a friend turned into foe
But Winterfell lives again
Right here, built in snow…

Sweetrobin is awake
And with just a single blow
His Giant smashed down
My castle in the snow…

Now Petyr is around me
What he wants? I don’t know
But he does a major folly
While my aunt looks down below…

Lysa thinks I want him
And I swear it isn’t so
All I wanted was to build
My castle in the snow…. 

By Little Miss Sunshine