The silence haunts, but I listen,
the cruelty feathered; I observe in silence,
for my oath was sworn, fealty to the king,
yet my heart belongs not;
it is its own master, and it yearns for but home.
My heart perceives, yet my mind deceives,
I hold true to my word, yet
I sing the song of battles,
as I dance to the smell of blood,
and the rhythm of swords.
For honor, for valor,
for victory, for pride,
for salvation, for bravery
I fought; for my kingdom, I still fight.
A free man, I may be,
but in this soil's debt, I am,
till I breathe.
[Something I wrote while watching Game of thrones]