My kingdom, my soil

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]