''Winter is here, said the gluttonous white walker during the last eclipse - your iron-throned kingdoms shall get their own zombie-apocalypse!''
Game of Thrones - Crude poem of a Greyjoy vassal
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved
The iron islands breed a tough folk and many pirate crews.
Still to survive we have to be reckless when trouble brews.
Rapacious our blood-lust, for which many of us are feared;
Our way a pirate-pilgrimage, for the Drowned God steered!
House Reaver shunned no duty, no shame, and no regrets.
I have sired my own children and got into noble-ladies' beds.
The golden kingdoms scorn us, with blades and wicked lies;
For we do not fall prey to glamour, as we pay the iron price.
Dreaming that Kraken guides me and sharks salute me, too.
Faith in our Drowned God, it was damn always proven true.
Power, looting, and feasting, oh joy, I loved that all the way.
Maybe I can't return, still I really enjoyed my precious stay.
I had loyal captain's, and gathered many fine sworn swords.
If you dare it, alike I did, you live and die like highborn lords.
From mate to real reaver, a lord of my own banner and house.
The iron way was often bloody, so I never asked any applause.
My daughter came of age, & she straight shanked her old lord.
Her cutlass in my guts, as she smiled & kicked me over-board
Author Notes: Spontaneous Remake © Andrè M. Pietroschek, inspired by
Game of Thrones - Ascent https://www.disruptorbeam.com/games/game-of-thrones
& my faved Greyjoy Wallpaper at Deviant Art by Tapion32