You ‘took the black’ and chose to serve The Wall--
this last defense from wildlings in the night
and ghost white walkers, blue eyes shining bright…
doubt weaves its thread through head as you stand tall.
Here in this place, respect is something earned
though line may blur ‘twixt what is right or wrong
seen many things, though you’ve not come here long
with eyes wide open, each a lesson learned
Now comes the time to venture out beyond
to find that old Nan’s tales are coming true.
Will hope for seven kingdoms fall to you?
Perhaps the Spring will see a different dawn.
Up at the Wall, the Winter has arrived…
all you need do Jon Snow, is to survive.
© Ginny Brannan June 2012
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