By Jordy Samuels
Inspired by George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire
They left us here
Those years ago
Among the trees
Beneath the snow
And here we rose from death anew
With hands, coal black, and eyes, bright blue.
In daylight’s world
We lifeless lay
No voice to cry
No breath to pray,
The white about us frozen red.
They’d had no time to burn the dead.
There night finds us
Entombed and still,
Revives our bodies,
Free of will,
And lifts us with the dauntless shade
To hunt the living cavalcade.
They whose pulses
Ring within
Our frozen hearts
And icy skin:
Whose heartbeats are the only sound
That reaches those the night has found.
Among the trees
With bark like bone,
The Wall of frost,
And spells and stone,
And all the streams where winter sleeps;
We linger in a world that weeps.
But tears mean nothing to the dead
Among white snows and leaves of red
Who rise at dark each night anew
With hands, coal black,
And eyes, bright blue…