KINGS FOR A DAY

Posted: May 11, 2016 in DELPHIC
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While we are looking

To a wall in the North

Bracing for the walkers

On a frozen white chariot

Are we all together oblivious?

There is a storm brewing at Dorne

When dragons play clouds

Fire rains down in torrents

And herdsmen play assassins

With a herd of cattle as shield

We would run to the burning light

If only we had enough fuel for flight.

When the war is done

And the warriors are lost

Ash and soot settle like dust

On a broken and bloody Throne

A beggar picks up the rusty crown

Adorns his head and sits king for a day.

 

The Aventurine.

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