Ode to the North

Hello, humans. Guess what. GAME OF THRONES RETURNS TONIGHT. I'M SO EXCITED AND AFRAID. I can't wait to find out what happens. Unfortunately, I have a gut feeling that my beloved Sansa will die this season, and I really hope I'm proven wrong. However, I won't accept anything as cannon until The Winds of Winter comes out and I can know the *true* story. In case you didn't notice, I'm throwing shade at two particular men, but it doesn't matter. They make a pretty good show. We should at least give them that.

To celebrate the premiere of the long-awaited seventh season, I will share another poem that I wrote for my eighth grade poetry project with you. This one has to do with A Song of Ice and Fire. Hope you like it.

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Ode to the North

Wolves, lizard-lions, and bears

Home of ancient kings and heirs

Built of ice, honorable and just

We are worthy of your trust

But we destroy deceivers

We hold the old gods' favors

We have many different saviors 

Our trees have many eyes

Ancient, honorable, and wise

They'll answer our demands

Our blood is noble and ancient

We are fierce but patient

We have things long ago lost

We aren't bothered by a little frost

By the old ways we live

You may think we're defeated

But you're just being conceited

In no time we'll swallow you whole 

You won't leave without paying your toll

In the North we remember

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Winter is here, and only the pack will survive.

Love, 

Nan.