In-Con Sequential Art
Wednesday
Apr292015

The North Remembers

Children of summer expecting endless seasons of wonder
They thunder with laughter without a thought that this mummer’s
Mask can’t last, hold fast, cause winter is coming
Be it a hundred feet of snow or battle’s march ever drumming
A heartbeat thrumming, from the Wall to the Marches
Now that Winterfell has gone to hell all ruined and Starkless
A generation of darkness, with so few wearing black
Wildling riding things never seen with the Others at their back
The Old Gods are quiet, no more children of the Forrest
Regardless of tyrants, usurpers, kings and false reformists
Frozen wolves, men, dragons, giants, stags, and lions alike
The chill will silence The Seven, there is no faith in the ice
While we’re flayed at a price, we’re paying our debts
Headless Forresters of Ironwood, frozen and set
Fled from war we stir the fire should we poole with regret
Red and torn we learn to turn hides lest they’re cooled with neglect

Through ice and fire we stand unbroken by the dying embers
Winter is coming, though the kings may fall the North remembers

Old gods, old methods, seed of the First Men
Through winters everlasting we hold the wolf's den
Flayed man, chained giant, great bear, and black axe
Carry weight of seven kingdoms upon our brass backs
Knights of summer never wonder when revelry days fade
But free riders hold the pride of their wintery ways' grave
Drawn defiant 'gainst the dragons the banners were raised high
For when its Westeros at war, its the Northmen who die
Last Hearth to Moat Cailin, Bear Island to Neck
March north with white banners, southron, come correct
Weirwood eyes are watching, tears mark the hard bark
And the wise man can tell his Starks from Karstarks
Drink your summer wine at tourneys where champions wear roses
And mock battles in the shadows of nobles with raised noses
But if the wall falls you can watch as it your spring to splinters
You owe that life of lazy leisure to cold Kings of Winter 

Through ice and fire we stand unbroken by the dying embers
Winter is coming, though the kings may fall the North remembers