How slaughterous all that could be?
The King was at the wedding killed.
Betrayed by the ones who he'd believed.
Forever will the North remember.
The treachery was not revealed.
The traitor did behave so tender
The Rains of Castamere were played
His mother understood that message.
And crossbows from around appeared
And arrows to their backs were sent.
Weep now or nevermore for him,
The ones whose knees were bent.
The mother, Catelyn, she went mad
When saw her son's throat cut.
She tore her cheeks and killed a fool
And after that she died.
And sewers shortly picked their tools.
Of head was king's loved wolf deprived.
Revenge will find the guilty ones
Their deaths are destined here.
But what a miserable deed -
The wedding which was red.
But someday Starks will rise again
In Winterfell, their eternal land.
The Death of King in the North
© Copyright: Оксана Малефисента Тихомирова, 2013
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