Have you heard of an ultimate game?
I call it the game of games
without rules or truths
Across the narrow sea stood
a frail young maiden yet a mother
of three dragons
Hide when you reach King's Landing
make sure your path doesn't cross the Lannisters
I heard of a noble house in the North
Winter fell they called it
The warden a dear friend of the king yet a
prey to his kin
How can I ever forget Arya, my brave warrior
her valor and courage ever thrilling
Make sure not to get in the way of this game
cause winter is coming
No one can save us now from the hideous creatures of the night
So black at heart yet bore a sense of purity in their name
The white walkers are coming, brothers of the night's watch are readying, we all are playing
For this game is not for babies
©excellency
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