We are all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

So said George RR Martin (via Catelyn Stark) in A Storm of Swords.

As the world settles down from the momentous conclusion to Game of Thrones, the time is right for new songs to honor some of the characters we’ve come to know and love.

These poems were all written by me. The pics are from various artists.

Image Credit: Lisa Sikorski

There was once a dragon

Hidden in the snow

The heir to seven kingdoms

But little did he know

He went to guard the realms of men

When he was barely grown

His new brothers were not his blood

But he took them as his own

We thought of them as savage beasts

The men beyond the wall

But he saw them for who they were

That led him to his fall

He rose again in just a day

Raised by the Lord of Light

When his family needed him

He was ready for the fight

The North saw how he took it back

That’s why they named him king

But he was ready to bend the knee

For the hope the queen would bring

He brought the world together

When demons brought the cold

The tale of life defeating death

Forever will be told

The threat of ice was gone

But fire brought a test

Duty was the death of love

A dagger through the chest

He could have had a throne

But he had no desire

His life is now a song

The song of ice and fire

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A girl was to be a lady

But no, said her heart

When adventure came calling

With a spring, she did start

When they took her father’s head

Out went all her joy

A girl began to hide herself

She was Arry the orphan boy

North she went with not a friend

Into the lion’s jaws

With dangers rife from every end

A girl sharpened her claws

Even she couldn’t do it alone

She found a loyal hound

Then she set across the sea

Unbent, unbowed, unbound

There it stood, black and white

The House that worshipped death

She learned to run, she learned to fight

She learned to end a breath

No One you must be

A girl was often told

But the wolf in her longed

To feel the northern cold

Back across the sea she came

Baked a pie or three

She prowled and howled back to her home

Where she knew she had to be

When death came grinning

She wouldn’t obey

When the god of death was winning

She told him, not today

Loyal to her pack she stayed

Through many a test

A girl is Arya Stark

And she’s going west

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High in the halls of the kings who are gone

The dragon danced with her ghosts

A mother and brother she never knew

A father who was hated the most

Loss was the life she knew

Next was her sun and stars

But from that pyre her children grew

Fire left on her body no scars

Far across the great waste

Her children were taken

She took them back in haste

There was no way she’d be shaken

The first dracarys was spoken

A dragon is not a slave

All the chains were broken

Every master had a grave

From far and wide they came

The lion, the spider, the bear

All desiring to serve her

Their enemies beware

When winter came for war

She chose to join the fight

Her soldiers went so far

To vanquish the long night

She set her eyes south

To her rightful crown

But from her dragon’s mouth

Death came raining down

Breaker of chains, mother of dragons

A hundred names she had

But when it was all over

They only called her mad

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Mocked and derided his whole life

Demon monkey, half man, imp

But he survived many a strife

Showed he was no wimp

Books, whores, wine and smarts

Wit and wisdom are his thing

He forever entered our hearts

When he slapped a childish king

He played a winning game

When the stag bared its horns

But then he took the blame

For the Queen of Thorns

In the night, he had to flee

Far from all the kings

Way across the Narrow Sea

To a dragon spreading its wings

Through trials of ice and fire

The Imp remains standing

Back where he desires

The Hand in King’s Landing

Many thought he’d be long dead

They now stare in shock

He’ll die at eighty in his bed

With a girl’s mouth round his ****

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There was a little girl

Who liked to sew and sing

She wanted to marry the prince

Though he’d make an evil king

They all started to hurt her

For no fault of her own

The sword sliced her father’s head

She couldn’t even mourn

She stayed in the lion’s jaw

Among those who had no shame

They cared only to use her

A pawn in their game

The day the evil died

She took the chance to flee

But there were only enemies

As far as she could see

A new hell awaited her

In what was once her home

She was now a prisoner

Where once she could freely roam

When the stag came calling,

She fled the house of the flayer

She rallied the white wolf and falcon

The pawn was now a player

She took back what was hers

The bastard had his fall

When she fed him to the hounds

Her little smile said it all

Now all her foes are fallen

She has mastered the game

The little girl is now a woman

A queen in her own name

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Vilified for breaking his word

Evermore called Kingslayer

Every foe who faced his sword

Prayed a silent prayer

The things he did for love

Left many a ripple

Till the gods above

Made him a cripple

He met a maid from Tarth

She saw the honor within

Something stirred in his heart

The lion changed its skin

North he rode

To the war against the dead

In the wolf’s abode

He fought and he bled

He tried to do what’s right

To follow a knight’s code

But love won the fight

To his death he rode

When hellfire warmed the hall

He returned to the lion’s embrace

As the realm began to fall

He perished in his rightful place

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The lioness bared her claws

The stag was gored on the hunt

The wolf walked into her jaws

And whimpered without a grunt

Three little cubs she bore

All with hair of gold

She never heard them roar

Never saw them get old

The roses bared their thorn

But soon they withered

The snakes poured their scorn

But away they slithered

Above circled the sparrows

Punishment they foreboded

But she escaped their arrows

And soon had them exploded

She put her faith in kraken and gold

But she was no match for fire

Through many trials, she stayed bold

But still her end was dire

As the dragon smashed her walls

She lost all that was dear

Now the rains weep o’er her halls

With no one there to hear

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A thousand eyes and one

A wolf who’s a crow

Everything men have done

His pale eyes know

There was once a time

Innocence held sway

When he loved to climb

Till the lion came his way

He was meant to die

When he fell from high

But then he learned to fly

And opened a third eye

The stag rules no more

The lion has lost its might

The dragon is a tale of yore

But the wolf still howls in the night

Every word ever spoken

Resides inside his brain

They call him Bran the Broken

Long may he reign