Late one night I had a dreamAll was not as it seemedMy life came apart at the seamsWhen I dreamed of Brienne of TarthA bear, a bear, and a maiden fairThe maiden lured into his lairBy a Goat with greasy hairThat poor Brienne of TarthI hurried back to HarrenhalJumped in the pit, gave it my allNo man alive could make me stallIn saving Brienne of TarthWith nothing but a tourney swordThe Goat laughing like an evil lordThe Kingslayer, now handless and baldA poor knight for Brienne of TarthTheir eyes glittered as they staredShouting curses as much as they daredThe Kingslayer, my soul is baredIn sacrifice for Brienne of Tarth.By Dracarya
Late one night I had a dream
All was not as it seemed
My life came apart at the seams
When I dreamed of Brienne of Tarth

A bear, a bear, and a maiden fair
The maiden lured into his lair
By a Goat with greasy hair
That poor Brienne of Tarth

I hurried back to Harrenhal
Jumped in the pit, gave it my all
No man alive could make me stall
In saving Brienne of Tarth

With nothing but a tourney sword
The Goat laughing like an evil lord
The Kingslayer, now handless and bald
A poor knight for Brienne of Tarth

Their eyes glittered as they stared
Shouting curses as much as they dared
The Kingslayer, my soul is bared
In sacrifice for Brienne of Tarth.

By Dracarya

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by Silver Spearwife

The fans found her chapters quite boring,
but there’s a fact they’re ignoring:
For Daenerys’s chapters
she rules without sceptres -
listening to Daario’s snorring!


by Buckwheat

The fans found her chapters quite boring
To Westeros she should be going
But Dany’s intention
Is procrastination
We hope she soon climbs in a Boeing


by Juanvito

Three chaps from the great House of Frey
Went north in their quest to get laid
There a man they despised
Caused their awful demise
And devoured them like fresh Frito-Lays

In a land where it’s always december
Full of creatures old geezers remember
There are snarks great and small
But what is worst of all
There’s a man with a 10 feet long member


by Juanvito

Something is sketchy at Castle Black,
still undecided who ordered the attack.
So many ways that make so much sense
guess we’ll have to wait and see how it ends.

Speaking of that, all is covered in snow,
where colours shone not long ago,
winds of winter howl all around,
but nowhere’s that book to be found


by Winter’s Lady

A shot in the dark
A past lost in space
And where do I start?
The past and the chase
You hunted her down
Liked a wolf, a predator
I felt like a deer in love lights

You loved her and I froze in time
Hungry for that flesh of yours
But I can’t compete with the she-wolf, who has brought me to my knees
What do you see in those yellow eyes?
'Cause I'm falling to pieces

I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
Falling to pieces

Did she lie in wait?
Was I bait to pull you in?
The thrill of the kill
You feel is a sin
You lay with the wolves
Alone, it seems,
I thought I was part of you

You loved her and I froze in time
Hungry for that flesh of yours
But I can’t compete with the she-wolf, who has brought me to my knees
What do you see in those yellow eyes?
'Cause I'm falling to pieces

I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
Falling to pieces


by Little Wing

The ancient land of Westeros, we have to travel there
If you go now while you’re still young, a queen you’ll be down there
I wish us luck my lovely, we’ll fight hard as we can
And we’ll make our home in Westerosi land

Over there all men and women to you will bend the knee
When they see, Khaleesi, how we burn down the trees
West and Vale and Reach and rivers, all into your hands
When we’ll make our home in Westerosi land

There is snow next to the Wall, there is sand down in Dorne
There’s flowers in the Reach and western gold could all be yours
We will take every city, let them stop us if they can
We’ll make our home in Westerosi land

We’ll fly down to King’s Landing, with the swords that you will hire
We will fly to their cities, and give them to the fire
We’ll take the Eyrie, Winterfell, Highgarden and Storm’s End
We’ll make our home in Westerosi land

Go!
There is snow next to the Wall, there is sand down in Dorne
There’s flowers in the Reach and western gold could all be yours
We will take every city, let them stop us if they can
We’ll make our home in Westerosi land

The Lannisters, the Martells, the Greyjoys, the Starks too
The Freys, the Daynes, the Manderlys, the Florents and the Rootes
We’ll fly across the water to set fire to their homes
We’ll go there with your dragons, and to them it will be woe

They’ll die in fields of fire, we’ll burn their bones and skin
They’ll die penned up in castles, names scattered in the wind
They died three hundred years ago and, they’re going to die now
It doesn’t matter how they try they won’t keep us out

There is snow next to the Wall, there is sand down in Dorne
There’s flowers in the Reach and western gold could all be yours
We will take every city, let them stop us if they can
We’ll make our home in Westerosi land
We’ll make our home in Westerosi land
We’ll make our home in Westerosi land
Whoa!


by Franz95

Guards! Fetch him the woodharp.
Bard - don’t make it long,
peform the ballad
here, for the court.

Oh! It was funny
and not really wrong.
I will be merciful -
Fingers or tongue?

It was the last case,
so hit the gong.
Why are you pale, bard?
I like your song!


by Nuncle Shagwell

“HER SWEET SONG TO HER KNIGHT”

SANDOR CLEGANE THE HOUND SINGS AS THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

THE HOUND

[Singing to Sansa]

I have come here
To hear your sweet song
Now alone
In your chamber
It is not wrong
To hear
Your song
Your song

Now that you’re near
My little bird
Give me a bone
From the moment I set eyes on you
I have needed
You to sing
To please me,
You will sing
My song
My song

Darkness
Heightens
My imagination
Night time,
Little Bird,
awakens my sensation
Drop your defenses,
Stir my hound senses

Slowly, softly
I can be quite tender
Grasp it, sense it
Now Sansa please surrender

Turn your eyes away
From my burned face, I do say
Your eyes should not stray
Upon this ugly sight
I’ll listen to your sweet song for your Knight

Open up your eyes
And tell me no more lies
I am your dream
I am not mean
I bring life
Not endless strife
As before
Sansa explore
Your song will start to soar
And we’ll love
As we’ve never
Loved before

Kindly, gently,
my dear, I can be quite tender
Can’t you feel it?
Sansa now surrender
Hearing is believing;
no song should be deceiving
Dare you trust the darkness that is night?
Where I hide my sad face from candlelight.

Sweetly, softly,
Your voice shall surround me
I’ll hear it, feel it,
closing in around me
If you open up your mind
Maybe, Sansa you will find
In the darkness,
me you cannot fight
My sad face that I must hide
at night

You can find
If you look deep into your mind
A new world
unlike what we knew before
So you see, you are really free
But, Little Bird, will you belong to me

Floating, falling,
feel my adoration
Touch me, trust me,
sweet intoxication

Let your song begin
Sansa, will you please give in?
See your Hound in another light.
Although I am a horrid sight
Little Bird’s sweet song
Will nurse me through the night.

You alone
Can make my heart take flight
Please sing a song for me tonight


by evita mgfs

[It is night. Theon-Hamlet, as usual, walks the wall of Winterfell.] (Hamlet, II, 2, 546-603)

Theon                                  Now I am alone.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that my lord here,
Not in a fiction or in a dream of passion
Could force my soul so to his own creature,
That I feel like being Reek is all I have wanted,
With tears in my eyes, distraction in my aspect,
A broken thing, is all that I’m being
Suiting to his wish? And all for nothing.
For Winterfell!
What’s Winterfell to him, or he to it,
That he should do all this? What would he do
In the crypts, with the Kings of Winter
Looking him? He would run away in fear
Run back to his father like another leech
Confess his guilt and never be free
Just like I feel now, disgusting indeed
To the northern lords who know my treason. Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, took
This ancient castle in the name of my cause,
And people can’t say I betrayed my king
Even those who say that my brothers’ life
I took without mercy. Am I a coward?
Who calls me Reek? Breaks all my bones?
Cuts off my fingers to oblige me to eat them,
And same for my toes? Tells hundreds of lies,
Threatens to take my tongue? Who does this?
The North cannot have him. For it cannot be
Tricked into believing that I burnt this hall
By a vile oppressor such as this new lord is.
But they don’t forget Lady Hornwood’s bites
The North remembers. Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave
That I, the son of a dear father murdered,
Prompted to my revenge by Isles and North
Must come to these walls to unpack my heart with words
If I wish to avoid many painful stabs!
O Drowned God! Fie upon’t, foh!
About, my brains. Those that I still have.
Stannis Baratheon sits not far away.
If only I could reach him, without being seen
And deliver him this girl they believe a princess
He might forgive my malefactions.
Of murders I have never done I may speak
Of the little Starks and Ser Rodrik. If only my prayers
Were heard, by the Dronwned God of my father
Or the Old Gods of the North. I’ll speak to Abel.
And I will act quick. If I have no blench,
My life will have a new course. The truths I have seen
Are not forgotten, and those devils in power
Will soon fay for their crimes and perhaps
Out of my weakness and melancholy,
I will not be suspected of scheming something,
And he will not flay me. He will here no sounds
Of me moaning anymore. This is the thing:
I’ll jump from these walls, and run to the King.

by Franz95

Snow Queen

Tears of fire freeze
So they do not fall
She is the stark white queen
Lost beyond the Wall.

She whispers hot words to me
Hear her shivering call
Dancing snowflakes blanket the scene
She is a wicked one
This Snow Queen so mean
She ignores the fall that begun
For awaiting the Winds of Winter is no fun.

See?  My efforts are in vain!
Because this Queen now sends a Hurricane!
This is for real
So it is a big deal
In PA
Hey hey hey
I might blow away
It has already started to rain.
Isn’t hurricane weather a pain?


by evita mgfs

The Young Wolf was a lad that killed many a man,
He was driving Lord Tywin insane,
A corwn made of bronze and iron he wore,
And he was the Lannister’s bane.

Well it was Walder Frey, that old weasel-faced coward
I wonder how he feels,
For the Young wolf ate his bread, but the Wedding became Red
Then he laid the Young Wolf in his grave.

Well the Young Wolf had a wife to mourn for his life
But no heir she ever gave
And that old, weasel-faced coward, while his daugther was deflowered
Was laying the Young Wolf in his grave

The Young Wolf was a boy, the King in the North,
His problem, he had never had a child
There never was a man with a sword in his hand
That could take the Young Wolf when alive!

And on these autumn nights, when the moon was shining bright,
He fought, again and again
And people they did say o’er many miles away
Of his crown he was proving himself deign!

Well the Young Wolf had a wife to mourn for his life
But no heir she ever gave
And that old, weasel-faced coward, while his daugther was deflowered
Was laying the Young Wolf in his grave

Now the people held their breath when they heard of Robb Stark’s death,
And wondered how he ever came to fall
Walder Frey, it was a fact, the whole northern army wracked
While the Young Wolf was feasting in his hall

Now the Young Wolf went to rest with a head on his neck,
Of the devil they called Grey Wind.
For his main mistake with his very life he payed,
This King of a solitary race.

Well the Young Wolf had a wife to mourn for his life
But no heir she ever gave
And that old, weasel-faced coward, while his daughter was deflowered
Was laying the Young Wolf in his grave


by Franz95

“THE DRAGON OF LYRICS” SUNG BY PRINCE RHAEGAR TARGARYEN and LYANNA STARK

PRINCE RHAEGAR TARGARYEN
I am your Dragon of lyrics
To me now, your Dragon of lyrics.

LYANNA STARK
In dreams
I wish him near
Awake
He cares
His song
Beckons to me
It sets
Me free

And do
I flee with him?
He is
So kind.
Prince Rhaegar Targaryen
Is here
Inside my mind.

PRINCE RHAEGAR TARGARYEN
Come sing
Along with me.
You won’t
Regret my love
You may see
Me now and
Yet …

And if
You turn away,
Alas,
To find
Prince Rhaegar Targaryen
Is here
Inside your mind.

LYANNA STARK
Some say
You are Dragon.
I have
No fear.
I love
You way too much!

PRINCE RHAEGAR TARGARYEN
Love me,
My dear.

BOTH
You’re my love
And you’re my flame.
I’ve been
So blind.
Prince Rhaegar Targaryen
Is near
Inside, you’ll find.

OFF STAGE VOICES
Look there!
Prince Rhaegar Targaryen!
Beware!
Prince Rhaegar Targaryen!

PRINCE RHAEGAR TARGARYEN
Awake
Your heart to me.
I never
Knew.
You are
my fantasy …


LYANNA STARK
I had
No clue!

BOTH
In this
Our love affair
We are
Combined!
Prince Rhaegar Targaryen
Is near/here
Inside your mind.

PRINCE RHAEGAR TARGARYEN
Come to me, my Lyanna Stark.

LYANNA STARK
You’re here
My Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.


by evita mgfs