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

I cannot speak to you -Long ago, that was taken from me.You can, though, feel how cold is my bladeNever you shall speak anymore either.Proud name of old house I wearAnd used to have pride of myself -Yet now, all men tremble of me,Nobody seeking my company.Every day I regret talking back to my king.
by Buckwheat

I cannot speak to you -
Long ago, that was taken from me.
You can, though, feel how cold is my blade
Never you shall speak anymore either.

Proud name of old house I wear
And used to have pride of myself -
Yet now, all men tremble of me,
Nobody seeking my company.
Every day I regret talking back to my king.

by Buckwheat

Leaving this untitled… :P

Ramsay like’s his girls moister then the rain
But Poor Jeyne Poole was filled with so much pain
So to get her started Theon gave her brain
Something he can do, but cant be done by Illyn Payne

by Ndrew of Typhgarian