My message to deliver Winterfell;
Hoping by chance the winter rule,
This letter replied b'fore this war accel:
'Winter is coming so death will be us,
Bring yourself to me so we kiss and weep;
Shall my sword fall it must be guiding us,
Body and soul we have turn'd to be this deep.'
A raven I sent and nothing returned;
She fell in trap maybe to a dragon's breath,
She kissed an arrow and maybe got purged;
But I wait hoping that wasn't her end;
If fire rain to divide I will be there,
Shall it rain to flooding I will swim there.
©pHIL-YZ II
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