And now time for a classic

A hunting we will go
A hunting we will go
Hi ho the merry-o
A hunting we will go

— Ramsay Snow 

by Howling Mad

Prince Theon’s a bit of a prick
And sometimes as thick as a brick
But then he met Ramsay
Now he’s not that fancy
Like Bill said, “This man has no dick”

By Juanvito

The Prince of Winterfell

Meet the Prince of Winterfell,
You will take note of his smell!
He’s often abused
By a son of Lord Roose
And to his wits he said farewell.

By Franz95

Lord Snow cut off poor Theon’s conger
Doesn’t mean he won’t use it no longer
There is truth to the lines
What is dead never dies
But instead rises harder and stronger.

By Juanvito

Pets in Westeros - Ramsay’s Other Pet

Reek is a kind of pet
He’s kept chained up with the girls
He eats rats raw
And is grateful to be alive in the world.

He is loyal to Ramsay
He doesn’t dare snarl or whine
He looks down when speaking
And is submissive all of the time.

by Dracarya

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


Homecoming - Green Day

Part I: The death of Cersei’s sanity!

My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please tell me Jaime, that you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live

In the walk of shame
Where I’ve lost my pride on the way
There’s no sign of hope
The whores and scum of the city just spoke
There’s a glow of light
My Ser Jaime is the spark in the night
Bearing swords and trust
A memory in the city of lust
Valonqar what’s your name
Is your pleasure really my pain?
Do I drink too much? Do you think what I want is too much?

In the crowd of pain
My Jaime comes in memories of shame
He says “we’re fucked up” but we’re not the same
And mom and dad are the ones we can blame

Joffrey died some day
He coughed his lungs all out on the way
In my state of mind
That’s my own private suicide

Part II: North, Wall1, Kingsroad.

And nobody cares
And nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
And nobody cares
And nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?

I am filling out paperwork now
At the Wall on the end of the Kingsroad
They’re not listening to a word no
They fight their own wars
And I’m wolfdreaming
I’d rather be doing something else now
like swordfighting or foolin’ round in underground caves
My life is filled with responsibility now
And I’ve had enough
And they’ve had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away
I don’t want to stay
Get me out of here right now
I just wanna be free
Is there a possibility
Get me out of here right now
This life up here ain’ t for me

Part III: Nobody likes Tyrion!

I fell asleep while winning at cyvasse
After 10 cups of strongwine
And you’re still not here
Dreaming of a song
But something went wrong
And I can’t tell anyone
'Cause no one's here
I came here alone
When I should’ve stayed home
After 10 cups of strongwine
I’m wondering: Where whores go?
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you (Where whores go?)
They’re all out without you waging war (where whores go)
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you (Where whores go?)
They’re all out without you waging war (where whores go)

Part IV: Non-Bastard Ramsay

Geez

I got a non-bastard name
I got a non-bastard life
I got a non-bastard play thing
And a non-bastard wife
I got a non-bastard house
I fought a non-bastard war
I flay the shit out your skin
And I have bitches who bark
I killed a kid at the mill
I killed more kids on the way
I haven’t flayed or hunted nothin’
In over one or two days
So get off of my case
off of my case
off of my case

Part V: Wolves coming home again

Here they come howling up the street
Like a silent hopeful murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edges of the world
Still proud on their feet

Their time has come and it’s going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Memories and scars are treasures they will bear
In the winter cold

The world is spinning
Around and around
Out of control again
we will rule when the winds of winter come
So send the Boltons a wolf pack,
Freys and Lannisters to hell

We’re the Wolves coming

Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again

The North fuckin’ remembers
Just like the seasons go round and round
We’re back in the North and howl-
No one will bring our Kingdom down!

Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again
Home - we’re coming home again


Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They’re all out without you waging war 

By Lady of Oldcastle

Top five dead or alive!

Today’s casual friday, guess that means no rules
But no rhymes come to mind, cant think of what to write
Mayhaps I’ll do a poem to a post, that has been a Marrilion times revived
How about our very own rhyming top five dead or alive?

It is no wonder why
That my silver queen in the sky
The one with enchanting violaceous eyes
Who abolished slavery and is the slayer of lies
My Targaryen queen takes my heart as number five

But a man like me needs some blood and gore
I never thought these books would have such villans and horror
I’m not talking about Sweet Cersei and the damn boar
I hated Theon so much I can not implore
But poor Reek oh how much i adore
Yea my mans Ramsay flays his way to number four

Only one Stark here, the kids with the trees
Poor child refused to see the enemy
Till it was to late, but she was still forced on her knees
But that’s all changed, my little bird flys free
One day she will be Queen in the North, and mayhaps the East
The young and beautiful to take out Cersei
How can Sansa Stark not be number three?

From the start of Maester Cressen’s POV, we knew that he would lose
The memories past of his brothers abuse
Has my favorite king grinding his tooth
He’ll kill his own hand, for attempting a truce
Worshiping a God, that he does not think is true
I know he’s not a prophet, but Stannis is still numeber two

From when the story had first been begun
We saw the dwarf screaming “Wear it like armor” from the top of his lungs
He fought in battles, never craven to run
And killed his own sire, as he rejoiced to “your not my son”
From Achilles to Skywalker, protagonists been bitchin
But Imp Lord Tyrion is my number one character in fiction

by Ndrew of Typhgarian