Every time the sun comes down
close my eyes and pray.
You can hear the lonesome sound
of the wolf as she howls.

Listen to the rain:
Tickler and Ser Lorch,
Chiswyck, Polliver.

Feel the touch of blood that flows,
it won’t flow forever.
On one day the rage will stop,
all things come, all things go.

Joffrey, Cersei, Weese,
Ilyn, Dunsen, Raff,
Meryn, Gregor, Hound.

Late at night I drift away,
you can hear me praying.
And their names are in the rain,
leaves on trees whispering.
Deep red leaves, mysteries.

Even when this moment ends,
can’t let go this feeling.
All the names will come again
in the sound falling down
of the sky as it cries.
Hear their names in the rain …

by Buckwheat

The Starks of Winterfell

Ned’s face is plain and long

We won a battle that was lost

But now his head is on King’s Landing’s wall

When he died the war was on.

Robb was brave and strong

And he had his crown on

But he married the wrong maiden fair

And now he has wolf’s hair.

Sansa was a maiden fair

Sewing and singing and brushing her hair

A wolf, a lion thought that was a lie

But she will make the bad man fly

Arya’s face was long and horsey

And she always preferred to be outdoorsy

Valar morghulis she just said

And brought her own certain end.

Bran always enjoyed climbing

But the knight was a monster and made him flying

Don’t despair he is alive

And he will be there after everyone die

Rickon the younger grew angry and alone

Left with Osha and got lost

But now that this mummer’s farce is done

The Onion Knight will bring him home

Though he is a Snow Jon is here

Having a white wolf near

He felt in a trap without seeing

And then he found his red sword to save the Realm to save his kin

Because he is the once and future King!

Those are the Starks we love seeing

Because they are special and honorable beings

Though they are scattered they are not lost

Because winter is coming to Westeros.

By Jon’s Queen Consort

Some impressions on the show …

Episode 3 has aired
I didn’t think I’d care
But I eat my words
Rightly you just heard!

Ser Goldenhand the Just

A character that’s a must

D&D, you’ve done well
Never thought you could write so swell!

My only confusion is Reek
What’s his game, is he a sneak?
Interesting turn of events
I hope the changes we won’t lament.

Little Cat made me sad
The Blackfish is a lad!
Robb ripping Edmure a new one
Made me laugh, go on my son!

The Hound and Arya, good set-up
Goodbye Hot Pie, made me well up!
Poor little Pod, such a sweet lad
Tyrion’s antics made me laugh a tad.

Give me the Unsullied and I’ll give you a dragon
Dracarys will come from Drogon
Valar Morghulis, said Missandei
Yes, said Daenerys, all men must die.

By Dracarya

ASOIAF characters that one feels like

At times I feel like Brienne
My journeys never seem to end
People vying for my time
Keeping relationships alive

Other times I feel like Jaime
Fighting to prove myself, not shame me
Working hard at being the best
Studying hard for each test

Sometimes I feel like Arya also
Being a woman is hard, more so
To survive you have to be a man
Or come up with a cunning plan

by Dracarya

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

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

The Young Wolf is dead and cold,
the little She-Wolf lost in the world,
Little Bird still in her golden cage,
her brother turning in a seeing mage,
the wild boy may become a cannibal,
their half-brother may be killed at the Wall,
but when the faith together them will bring,
they will happily live through the spring.

By Buckwheat

Dedicated to the Stark sisters
Miss Sansa Stark, the little birdThe lions did treat her like dirtShe wasn’t demandingIn fleeing King’s LandingBut now she will flip them the birdLil’ Arya has a violent trendHer hit list continues to extendTheir fate is no riddleWhen grasping her NeedleShe’ll stick them with the pointy end
By Juanvito

Dedicated to the Stark sisters

Miss Sansa Stark, the little bird
The lions did treat her like dirt
She wasn’t demanding
In fleeing King’s Landing
But now she will flip them the bird

Lil’ Arya has a violent trend
Her hit list continues to extend
Their fate is no riddle
When grasping her Needle
She’ll stick them with the pointy end

By Juanvito

“MY DARK CLOUD”

COSSETTE SUNG BY
ARYA OF HOUSE STARK,  AKA “NO ONE”
(Arya sweeping the steps at the House of Black and White)

ARYA OF HOUSE STARK,  AKA “NO ONE”
Before I’m allowed to go to sleep.
Many floors must I sweep.
But I won’t let my eyes  to weep,
Not here inside my dark black cloud.

I always used to fight with boys.
And I often broke all my toys.
I always seemed to talk too loud.
Not here inside my dark black cloud.

I see my father all in white.
He likes to rock me through the night.
He’s nice to see
And our hearts do touch.
He says, “Arya, I love you very much.”

I know a life where I won’t cry.
Even though I will learn to lie.
Being the “night wolf” is allowed.
All here inside my dark black cloud.


by evita mgfs

L’erede del signore i vessilli a sé chiamò
E i suoi uomini gli misero una corona in testa
Ma una promessa un giorno ahimè dimenticò
E senza pietà fu massacrato ad una festa

A sua sorella dissero, “tu diverrai regina”
Amava le canzoni su dame e cavalieri
Ma oramai è cresciuta, non è più una bambina
E si è dimenticata i suoi sogni di ieri

Viveva a Grande Inverno una giovane ribelle
Che volle un giorno imparar come tirar di spada
Ma nella capitale un dì rischiò la pelle
E non tornò più a casa, si perse per la strada

Per amore un uomo lo gettò giù da una torre
Il piccolo Bran Stark camminare non può più
Ma anche se non si arrampica e non corre
Imparerà a volare e ad andar sempre più su

Del quinto figlio non abbiam saputo nulla per un po’
Ma il buon contrabbandiere lo riporta a Grande Inverno
L’erede del ragazzo che già il Nord liberò
Ai Bolton e ai Frey farà veder l’inferno!

(Literal translation:
The lord’s heir called the banners
And his men put a crown on his head
But alas one day he forgot a promise
And without mercy he was killed at a feast

To his sister they said, “you will be a queen”
She used to love the songs about ladies and knights
But now she’s grown up, she’s a child no more
And she has forgotten what she dreamed yesterday

A young rebel once lived in Winterfell
She wanted to learn how to fight with a sword
But she risked her life in the capital one day
And she never came home, on the road she lost the way

For love a man shoved him down a tower
And young Bran Stark can walk no more
But even if he cannot run and climb
He is learning to fly, higher and higher

Of the fifth son we’ve known nothing for a while
But the good smuggler is taking him to Winterfell
The heir of the boy who already freed the north
Is going to show hell to the Boltons and the Freys)


by Franz95 

Ein ungleiches Paar,
der Wolf und der Stier,
sie ist nun weit weg,
und er ist noch hier.


by Winter’s Lady

Ich kenne ein Mädchen, jung und sehr klein,
die Nadel es nennt das Schwertchen sein,
ich hab’ es gern von ganzem Herz,
es bringt mir Spaß und ein bisschen Schmerz -
"Warum?" fragen Sie, jetzt hört mein Lied:
sie ist eine Dame, und ich nur ein Schmied.


by Buckwheat

I’ve run away from favour
And I’ve wished you dead, Your Grace
Fallen out of trees
And I’ve fallen on my face
Fallen out with Sansa
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I remembered my love for you

Oh-ooh [repeated]

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling’s not the problem
When I’m falling I’m at peace
It’s only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief

Oh-ooh [repeated]

This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
And again [x15]

I’ll dance myself up
Train myself down
Find people to love
Love people to train
I’m not scared to jump
I’m not scared to fall
If there was nowhere to land
I woudn’t be scared
At all [x4]
All [repeated]

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling’s not the problem
When I’m falling I’m in peace
It’s only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief


by Dracarya

All the the things went into the water,all the things but Needle
Rest of the things were not hers,but It was she,It was Winterfell
Yonder stands the temple,and far beyond wolves howling near a river
And naked she padded up the steps,no one,reborn but with same hunger


by Onarjyo Khsatriya

One gift is all he asked of me,
One gift, to end his pains,
One final gift, that of mercy,
When naught but death remains.

He lay right there, beneath the tree,
And with pained words he pleads,
But he will receive no sympathy,
Save justice as he bleeds.

I stand above the dying man,
And judge him for his sins,
Accusing him of all I can,
As my new life begins.

I take the horse, and ride away,
The Hound can die alone,
And feel each second of the day,
Drag on like steel on bone.

For mercy is a gift of good,
Not fit for evil men,
I did the only thing I should,
Leaving him there and then.

The sunset marks his lonely grave,
A dog, not to be missed,
And with the gift I never gave,
Means one less name to list.

by All Men Must Rhyme

I seek a maid of three-and-ten With summer in her hair At court she’s known as Sansa But she’s no longer there I seek a maid of three-and-ten I promised to take her home I’ve searched high and low I’d rather search alone Many a man I’ll fight for her As they’re like to rape her first Before they take her to Cersei And leave with a big fat purse I seek a maid of one-and-ten With the north in her eyes She befriended a Faceless Man Did she take to the skies? I seek a maid of one-and-ten I promised her mother I’d try Nobody’s seen her for ages Nobody knows if she’s alive Many a man I’ll fight for them To preserve my honour I made promises I have to keep I’ll not be known for dishonour.
by Dracarya
Honour and courage I have a-plenty My wits and cunning though sadly fail “Her aunt is dead” someone told me No need then to check in the Vale!
by MrsManderly

I seek a maid of three-and-ten
With summer in her hair
At court she’s known as Sansa
But she’s no longer there

I seek a maid of three-and-ten
I promised to take her home
I’ve searched high and low
I’d rather search alone

Many a man I’ll fight for her
As they’re like to rape her first
Before they take her to Cersei
And leave with a big fat purse

I seek a maid of one-and-ten
With the north in her eyes
She befriended a Faceless Man
Did she take to the skies?

I seek a maid of one-and-ten
I promised her mother I’d try
Nobody’s seen her for ages
Nobody knows if she’s alive

Many a man I’ll fight for them
To preserve my honour
I made promises I have to keep
I’ll not be known for dishonour.

by Dracarya

Honour and courage I have a-plenty
My wits and cunning though sadly fail
“Her aunt is dead” someone told me
No need then to check in the Vale!

by MrsManderly