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

by Arya Stark

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just this list I made
I don’t care about the presents -
What could beat my bitey blade?

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Do you have a clue?
What I want for Christmas
Is you

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There is just this list drawn up
I don’t care about the presents,
Look, a name is coming up!

I must needs to hang your face
There upon this fireplace
Nothing else will make me happy
On this snowy Christmas Day

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Do you have a clue
What I’ll have for Christmas is you
You

I won’t ask for much this Christmas
I won’t even wish for Snow
I’m just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath this mistletoe

I won’t make a list for sending
To the North and ask for help
I will go myself and slay you,
You, king Joff, and you, Cersei

‘Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can you do?
Grip my arm when I skewer you,
You, baby

Oh all the lights are dimming
They’re fading everywhere
And the sound of wolves’
Howling fills the air

But everyone’s still singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won’t you bring me the ones I really need?
Won’t you please bring these babies to me?

Oh I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just want to see their faces
When I stand outside their door

Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You baby

All I want for Christmas is you
All I want for Christmas is you
All I want for Christmas is you

by A Free Shadow

A water dancer
Slides on edge of black and white
Her heart a wolf’s den

A girl’s face may lie
Holding No one in her heart
The wolf only sleeps

Valar Morghulis
But the Freys should fear No one
Valar Dohaeris

by VitezSaša

Valar Morghulis
A girl joins the Faceless Men
More courage than sense

by Pod the Impaler

All men must die
From Pyke to Asshai
What about Beric the Dondarion guy?
Or the Children that turn into HeartTrees that cry?
Faceless men know nothing, they need to get outside

by Gingerly Grumkin

Valar Morghulis
All seasons must die
And now it’s the end
I can’t help but cry

by Dracarya

“We don’t take any lives, we just give the gifts of mercy”
“Ser Gregor, Dunsen, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei”

by Shagwell-the-funny-foe

Speaking of parallels,
here is a tiny one,
but a tiny one I like
in the Ice and Fire song.

Valar Morghulis,
long time was unknown,
what it actually means,
but now it is known.

“All men must die”
hears Lord Snow from her, fire kissed,
why does the Free Folk know,
what the Faceless Men’s code is?

by Winter’s Lady

Valar Morghulis
Is what we must say
All men must die
With the iron coin you pay.

Is there a link
Between this iron coin
And paying the iron price
The term the Greyjoys coined?

by Dracarya

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood
The girl will speak the name and a man will make him pay’
(although not due to R’hllor but to the Many-Faced God God God)

I’d rather kill a novice Pate
Before he gets a maester’s chain
Cause there’s something
There’s something in the Citadel
I’m going to get, this way or another

Instead of answering duty’s call
I am stuck with Arya in Harrenhal

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood
The girl will speak the name and a man will make him pay’
(although not due to R’hllor but to the Many-Faced God God God)

A man said ‘whisper a name if you fear’
A girl then got an idea
She wanted, she wanted to have man killed
but a man did feel there is hope still
He said ‘let’s throw them in a loop
and make breathtaking weasel soup’

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood’

A men will change his face again
In order to cease someone’s pain
The girl gonna spend ten weeks
training under a Kindly Men

Don’t trust in portcullis
Because Valar Morghulis

They tried to make me vouch for R’hllor but I said ‘no, no, no’
Yes I have said ‘we owe him a debt of blood, blood, blood
The girl will speak the name and a man will make him pay’
(although not due to R’hllor but to the Many-Faced God God God)

by Shagwell-the-funny-foe

Jaqen’s burning in a barrow at the market place
Wolf Girl has an axe in her hand
Jaqen says to Wolf girl “Girl, help me keep safe”
And Wolf Girl throws an axe right by Biter’s hand
V-al-ar Mor-ghu-lis, all men must die!
Lala all men must die
V-al-ar Do-ha-eris, All men must serve
Lala All men must serve

Jaqen follows the Wolf Girl to Harrenhall
Serves under a Lannister King (King!)
Untill he sees the Wolf Girl sleeping by the door
And as he says she ows the Red God lives of three(Three!)
V-al-ar Mor-ghu-lis, all men must die!
Lala all men must die
V-al-ar Do-ha-eris, All men must serve
Lala All men must serve.

In a couple of weeks the Wolf Girl misses home sweet home
She can free the Northmen so she won’t have to run far
Wolf Girl make some Weasel soup (Ha ha ha ha ha)

Happy ever after at Harrenhall
Jaqen lets the child take a hand
Wolf Girl wants to go home thinking she’s now safe
Jaqen said peace out but gives a coin if she changes her mind (Yea!)
V-al-ar Mor-ghu-lis, all men must die!
Lala all men must die
V-al-ar Do-ha-eris, All men must serve
Lala All men must serve.         

My mother has made a mistake and we are more vulnerable now.

So I’m going to do something that will make me lose my most important ally.

Arya in the promo of episode 5, “The Ghost of Harrenhal”

Welcome to the House of Black and of White
To get here you must have the iron coin
If you want to live here you’ll lose your sight
But learn to slice pockets next to the groin
By his eyes and nose you will see a worm
For many people come right here to die
Many things the apprentices have learned
Who fucked the sailors wife and how to lie
Wear these socks that have two different colors
It really is such a strange fucking place
An anciant order like the nights brothers
But you don’t kill Snarks you change up your face
Arya would be a cool assassin
But she got wolf blood call it Stark passion

by Ndrew of Typhgarian