Amidst the dark and eerie night,
There was strangest of sights,
On the path, that was taken by none,
Where no light passed,
Neither the moonlight nor the sun.
They say there lied a magical tree,
One which had powers;
Powers which can set souls free.
Winter was coming or so they said,
And along with came a whole lot of dead.
Now fate lies in hands of those,
Who has Dragonstone which kills who rose.
Come now home O dear one,
Your fate waits for you at the end of the run,
Come sleep in its bloody red leaves,
Rest while winter grieves.

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