The North (A Winterfell Solider's Poem)

The north, how we remember.
Cold and Dark, where the honorable arrive.

Every day is like December.
Where the Night Kings dead reside.

As we gather to fight this threat.
Our Loyalty is tested to stand and fight.

Can we join as one is anyone's bet?
But we must if we are to survive the night.

John says the dead arrive tomorrow.
Are we ready? I do not know.

I pray to the Old Gods to guide my arrow.
To make these dead feel my blow.

I have never been so scared in my life.
My love, this is why I write.

If we don't' survive this strife.
I ask you- look after son, alright?

In the years to come as he grows.
Keep him safe and sing your song.

If I die from an enemy foe.
Remind him I love him and to be strong.

Remind him I fought with our King.
Remind him I fought with the embers.

Remind him I fought with honor.
Remind him the north remembers....