Medieval Poem - GOT inspired

In distance It feels like a daydream
I had dream from my castle tower
swords gleaming in the night
attached to the belt and armour alike

I cannot deny
I am envious of the capital
gold, silver, jewels and knights
warming these lonely women,
saving them from their plight

The privilege bestowed onto them
a fools head on a mans shoulders
no wit lives inside him
treats his wife just like a moonlit whore

I cannot deny
the advantages of living with gold
blood, sweat, malicious intent
mistreating and forever beating
these prisoners paid to be slaves

Sacrifice babies and wolves to the gods
sing eternal songs for their greatness
all is dripping with shimmer and gold
poppy's milk is the only way that I know