In-Con Sequential Art
Wednesday
Apr292015

Dragons, Wargs, and Three-Eyed Crows

Let go of the earth, crippled crow; you're done trudging
The past fades into the Weirwood glades, and while begrudgingly
You take these words and whispers but you never stop hoping
Why stride when you can fly? Make that third eye open
Take leave of all your sins and put your being between
Believe in changing skins, focus on seeing the green
With wings arise in distant skies between the clouds and the sun
Breathe deep and close your human eyes, open a thousand and one
Warg in the garb of a beast or a bird
Hard in the heart now to heat we will turn
You can feasts on the burn, red priests for the churn
Yeah we learned that the firm grasp of death can be spurned
Ash in the urn, for the flame fills the night
With the shine comes the shadows that we bind for a fight
That's right -- worship the God of Light
The fires form you destiny, more for maesters to write

Red God take the Others
Dragons run for cover
Old Gods wait in slumber
Children hide your number

Green sight watch your brother
Maester mind your mother
Warlocks wane in wonder
We'll be saved by summer

Wights and White Walkers, plight and blight stalkers
Bite the trite talkers, site the tidewater
#Gods are drowned, old, or lack interest
For some they never come, no matter how much faith ingest
Dragon's dusk is the husk of Valyran power
But when Targaryen's soured to a clarion growler
The last glass of dragon's blood was finally empty
Though casked cast in eggs for a fair flaxen entry
Divininate the direction of the kingdoms men
Is it hate and obsession that the magic will bend
Send a raven, across the seas and through Westeros
The winds are changing, from Ghiscari to Causeway Coast
Are the dead blessed or cursed, is the world best or worst
Wars of Children and First, whether wonder or thirst
for all soldiers and serfs, both in bounty and dearth
Is this the end of an age, or is it the birth?
Sheep culled to the shepherd, red blood on the green
So fall the Lhazareen before the Dothraki queen
Khaleesi, release me, I grieve and beseech thee
For peace, let this cease! By the fleece, let me teach thee
The ways of witching poisons in the maegi's magic
Though results of dark decisions made just may be tragic
Life without a soul, that's how the curse is turned
Revenge served by an enemy who thirsts and burns

Red God take the Others
Dragons run for cover
Old Gods wait in slumber
Children hide your number
Green sight watch your brother
Maester mind your mother
Warlocks wane in wonder
We'll be saved by summer