The death, they never see it coming
Always left in shock and awe
I'm sure it has a lasting effect
When the killer wears the face of your pa
No, you never see a Girl coming
She could be killing in the next stall
And every name that's on her list
Is a person who is sure to fall
Now the Needle is not alone
It is accompanied by the Valyrian Catspaw
And when the bodies start to pile up
You know a Girl will be standing over them all
They mistakenly didn't kill a Girl, they assumed she was no one
They underestimate a faceless Girl
Because she is so small
But inside a Girl a wolf runs
As hard and cold as the Wall
In the ashes of Westeros, when all is said and done
A Girl will be soaked in blood
Because she will survive them all
So if you meet a Girl, pray your name stays off her list
Because a Girl is a weapon, she cast out all her flaws
Like Nymeria she's a direwolf
And you won't escape her claws
By LukeCoomer ©
- Author: LukeCoomer ( Offline)
- Published: August 8th, 2017 20:47
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 19
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