Post by The Smith on Oct 10, 2013 19:28:09 GMT -5
The morning after the Coronation many citizens of King's Landing find themselves awaking to poetry scrawled on the walls of many of the city's buildings. Those that were out in the taverns the night before would remember hearing said poem from the mouths of many a bard; would remember chanting along to it, laughter in their eyes. It wasn't a good poem, nor was it very long, but it was memorable. It was funny.
A stag there was, that walked so tall
Yet inside it was not
Depiction of majestic pride
Where within lay but rot
It dared to tame the lion's kin
Wouldst wrap it in a chain
And feared not any consequence
No vengeance and no pain
And though he feigns at honour when
In truth he is an imp
The world doth know that his leg's not
The only thing that's limp
A warning then, to all that would
Make challenge to the Pride
To find themselves with eyes plucked out
And torn away; their hide[/i
A stag there was, that walked so tall
Yet inside it was not
Depiction of majestic pride
Where within lay but rot
It dared to tame the lion's kin
Wouldst wrap it in a chain
And feared not any consequence
No vengeance and no pain
And though he feigns at honour when
In truth he is an imp
The world doth know that his leg's not
The only thing that's limp
A warning then, to all that would
Make challenge to the Pride
To find themselves with eyes plucked out
And torn away; their hide[/i
Hope you all are well and happy.