Winter Is Coming

Snow for hair,His sigil is the wolves’ eyes,His voice, a dance of wind,His soul unveils all your lies. He may seem harsh,He will prepare you for everything,He will wage wars until,You learn to love your own being. He will bring soft showersTo reward your patience,He will cackle with laughterWhen you die for your arrogance. His

A Wish to Bunk Death

Lights are blaring,I can hear the shouts,Looking at you, I feelA faint crawl of doubt. It’s been long sinceWe have pulled the strings,Turned slaves to our lives,It feels nice to be kings. He loved breaking rules,I loved hanging out,Breaking all the norms,We snuck away through a blackout. The doctor and the nursesWould die in worry,But