Noone kills the walkers
as a lion poisons the flower,
in the battle of roar against growth
winter wolves ride alongside the dragon
bathed in blood and wildfire
lions buried beneath the red keep,
lay slated with the sand snakes
unbowed to no one
unbent to gods unknown
unbroken to spirits of captured men
as fate takes dragon\'s horns
when the battle with flame won
the white wolf outlasts them all
blazing north,
beyond the ice wall,
now that winter has come.