The Summer King

Another poem inspired by the "A Song of Ice and Fire" series by George R. R. Martin

The King resides upon his throne

and sees the land he calls his own.

Though Winter fell and kingdom grown,

His Grace has not yet Winter known.

 

“The Summer King,” the people cry,

“cannot hold back the Winter sky,

the winds so cold, the snow so high.

When Winter comes, we all shall die.”

 

When monsters from the North proceed

to take the realm and make it bleed,

a wise King would this warning heed:

Prepare or thou shalt not succeed.

 

To stop the Northern Winds thou must

in tales of old put all thy trust.

Great swords of steel will naught but rust;

The Walkers will turn all to dust.

 

Lost secrets should be found anew,

those secrets that the ancients knew;

those arts that now we think untrue

must now be used to see us through.

 

Old feuds should all be put to rest,

and all unite in this one quest.

Divided lands, rife with unrest,

Won’t stand against the Winter’s test

 

The Summer King may yet stand tall:

If he were to his banners call

and aid those who watch from the wall,

together they could withstand all.

Max Levites - 6/1/11

Reviews

[Rose F.]

I don't have a feeling of closure :( but it still set up a good story. Write a part 2? Please? I think the rhyming in the forth stanza is the best :) I could hear some old folksy narrator reading it to me and then he was done and I was like "WTF old man. Don't just tell me some scary epic stuff and walk away." grr. That old man is senile >.>

[Rachael]

This is very well written and truly gets the idea across without beating it to death. Some people tend to dwell on one point but you did a great job of moving from thought to thought and ending it when you knew it was over. Leaves the reader satisfied without being overwhelmed. Well done!

[WordNerd]

AMAZING!!

[Ruth]

I so admire your skill of coming round full circle....resolving the wording, the imagery, the elegance!
Beautiful love
xx