this is a poem based off of @winterstone's username, cuz i just thought it sounded cool (no pun intended) I tell thee learn fear of Winter's Stone, The blazing fire of the silver wood. The king no longer sits on his grey throne. Though battered by winds of steel and pike-bone, the Tree persists, standing as it has stood, I tell thee, beware of Winter's Stone. For ages on end, they will pass by, unknown. The hammers will fall, break clean the blood The king no longer sits on his grey throne. And all the while sad Pallas sits alone, The foundation be shot, though still it stood. I tell thee, revere the Winter's Stone. The river-rider beckons, his lamp-light shone. I tell thee to go, if you know what is good. The king no longer sits on his grey throne. Ebbing, flowing, in silent solemn tone, Carried along through the trees where it stood, I tell thee, learn fear of Winter's Stone. The king no longer sits on his grey throne.
written in the villanelle format, sorta. its a bit modified from it. its not my best work, but it just kinda happened. ill probly rewrite it sometime. cover also by me im working on a song to it, too, but it aint long enough (also isnt very good :/ )
