Riddle and Hidden Line

Whisperer, all your schemes,
brought suffering and pain,
only lies that make you tick,
you enjoy twisting the game.
Schemer, you hear whispers,
of those who have no voice,
who you serve is still the question,
are lies the only choice?
Try honesty, try honesty,
a weight might be lifted of you,
if you always twist reality,
how can you still know what’s true?

by Winter’s Lady

I need another story
Tell me something off your chest
Your life is far from boring
There must be something you’ll confess

Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the schemes and the dead
I really serve the Realm, I swear
Thought you so me wink, no
I’ve been hiding deep. Don’t…

…tell me what I want to hear
Been using little birds for years
Even if you’re not sincere
I’m gonna steal all your secrets away
This time,
Don’t need a perfect alibi
All these pawns will keep falling in line
Cause I’ll steal all your secrets away

Oh Gods,
No wonder that we’ve come this far
All fooled by that bleeding star
Now the world can see their scars

And everyday I give the news, all the problems that they must solve
But of the real situation they’ll never wear a word
Better for me if they don’t
Let them just go with the flow, so don’t…

…tell me what I want to hear
Been using little birds for years
Even if you’re not sincere
I’m gonna steal all your secrets away
This time,
Don’t need a perfect alibi
All these pawns will keep falling in line
Cause I’ll steal all your secrets away

Oh, got all reason, got no shame
Got no family I can blame
When you think I disappeared
I’ll complicate everything

Don’t tell me what I want to hear
Been using little birds for years
Even if you’re not sincere
I’m gonna steal all your secrets away
This time,
Don’t need a perfect alibi
All these pawns will keep falling in line
Cause I’ll steal all your secrets away

By Little Miss Sunshine

Everyone has weaknesses, your current employer hides his very well, but not as well as he thinks…

Just some musings…

They are only men just like brothers, but got no balls, Dany’s own Unsullieds
Theon Greyjoy used to be quite the lover, but his story reeks of tragedy
Varys saw a face sing and hover, while his nuts got burnt magically
Jon shouldn’t complain about no mother, he has all he needs

Crackpot: Even more secret Targs!

Everybody says the Targs are nearly gone,
But believing some theories,
They’re actually really common.

The one that is almost good to go,
Is our dear Lord Commander Snow.
Ned Stark has a bastard, his honor forgotten?
If you really believe that some brain cells must be rotten.

Enough now of R+L=J,
We do not have all day.

Cersei has the common Targ crazy,
And with her brother makes twincest babies.
So daddy Aerys could have been very proud.
Cause we don’t know how Tywin’s wedding night turned out.

The other lion also a dragon?
How’s that possible? Come on!
But mismatched eyes and light blond hair,
Make for speculation out of thin air.

Another one I just read today,
Dear Jon might have had a sister to play!
No idea how what when why he got a twin,
But there’s speculation that Meera could have been.

A dragon cloaked in a spider’s shell
Damn Varys to some deep dark hell.
A Blackfyre, a dragon of a different time,
Or disguised Rhaegar, waiting for his time to shine?

I won’t miss Aegon on this list,
Although I’m not sure what he is.
A baby switch during the sack?
I don’t quite follow this track.

A Blackfyre maybe like Varys,
Or just some random boy from Lys.
Illyrio’s son with his lysene wife,
A mystery is this guy’s life.

by Lady of Oldcastle

wicnet:

Tyrion at the Small Council

One of six new clips just released by HBO from the season two premiere episode, “The North Remembers.”

Varys, trying to blend in the surroundings, as usual :D

Varys, trying to blend in the surroundings, as usual :D

The Game of Thrones is the game I play each and every day, My little birdies sing me songs and the realm I do repay. The Spider they do call me, my web is spun afar. I catch the false and treacherous in my little jar Whom do I serve,you might ask? The answer’s pretty meek, The realm, of course,the children, The humble ,and the weak. Some one must, is my refrain to ensure the rule is just. No more chaos,no more pain for the less illustrious. I whisper into King’s ears, I make suggestions to the rest, I am a mummer,don’t forget, At that I am the best My real reasons for what I do, you will have to guess, Blackfyre or Targaryen, which house do I bless? Or is my knee to Lannister bent, or in disguise a Stark? To reckon my true calling really is no lark Ilyrio is my true friend,on that we are agreed But the motives of the fat Pentoshi seem more than simple need. Can you guess what I’m about? I really doubt you can for I’m a Eunoch,sorely cut I’m really not a Man
by redriver

The Game of Thrones is the game I play
each and every day,
My little birdies sing me songs
and the realm I do repay.

The Spider they do call me,
my web is spun afar.
I catch the false and treacherous
in my little jar

Whom do I serve,you might ask?
The answer’s pretty meek,
The realm, of course,the children,
The humble ,and the weak.

Some one must, is my refrain
to ensure the rule is just.
No more chaos,no more pain
for the less illustrious.

I whisper into King’s ears,
I make suggestions to the rest,
I am a mummer,don’t forget,
At that I am the best

My real reasons for what I do,
you will have to guess,
Blackfyre or Targaryen,
which house do I bless?

Or is my knee to Lannister bent,
or in disguise a Stark?
To reckon my true calling
really is no lark

Ilyrio is my true friend,on that we are agreed
But the motives of
the fat Pentoshi
seem more than simple need.

Can you guess what I’m about?
I really doubt you can
for I’m a Eunoch,sorely cut
I’m really not a Man

by redriver

Celebrate Youth: Edric Storm

Son of a king,
yet named as a Storm,
Conceived in a wedding bed,
still he is bastard- born.

Gifts brought to him,
his every nameday,
Yet it was Varys
who gave them away.

The Red Woman wants blood,
Suddenly called royal for show,
Stone dragons he should wake,
But the priestess was too slow.

A secret plot saved his skin,
For a smuggler easily done,
Now truly guarded like a king,
To the city of Lys he is gone.

by Lady of Oldcastle

Varys the Spider



The itsy-bitsy spider
Sneaks through the walls to spy
He hears all of your secrets
There is no way to hide
Out comes the bow
Your blood it falls like rain
Oh you itsy-bitsy spider
What the fuck is your game?

by Lady of Oldcastle


Ooops, I just realized my spider has only six legs! XD FAIL on my part…but Varys is missing parts as well so…

Varys

I lotion my hands,
And I smile and I bow,
What is in my pants?
Wouldn`t you all want to know?

Mock all you want
My smooth silky robes,
But know that it`s I
Who rule Westeros.

I know what you do,
And who you`re doing it with.
When you swore the oath,
You were lying a bit.

I know what you`re thinking,
I know what you said,
And before morning comes,
Who was in your bed.

By onlyMe