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(Spoilers ALL) ASOIAF in Shakespearean-Style Verse

kitamere:

The unKiss, in Shakespearean-style verse, as written by nfriel:

SANSA

What pyre burns in Aegon’s city proud!

The Rush aflame, with groaning cries, lets birth

Its shadow’d sons, like hounds releas’d, to fight

The champions of common flame above.

The rats who flee the Bottom’s anarchy

Turn thieves, their knavish pockets stuff’d with prize.

And oh! The heroes of the crown return

More corpse than man, with fewer than before,

And gravely wounded, faces veil’d with ash.

Cruel War has made them strangers to themselves.

Fair Dawn surrenders to the furied claws

Of wildfire, alchemists’ delight.

The acrid stench, the herald old of hell,

This world invades, declaring its demise.

To life or death, to Dontos or to Payne,

My fate is sealed, thus perforce must I wait.

The course of night shall pass, and in its stead

My wolf I’ll meet, if I am mark’d for dead.

[enter SANDOR]

SANDOR

The bird in ashen clime still finds it nest.

SANSA

[aside]

The Hound now seems his namesake’s perfect glass.

See how his eyes glow in the emerald light!

Yet dark remains the rest, his cloak except.

SANDOR

Thy scream will be thy death. To that, I swear.

But wherefore cag’d, sweet bird, in martial rage?

Has thou no interest in the victor’s name?

SANSA

I know not. Has a victor been reveal’d?

SANDOR

Not triumph but in failure bear myself.

Let others make a like report for news.

SANSA

In failure? Has thou lost?

SANDOR

And grievous so.

All lost, the vile Imp to thank.

SANSA

But dead.

They say he died.

SANDOR

Not so, I wish it not.

The mercy of the gods would see him burn’d.

Yet not for me their justice to dispense.

I needs depart.

SANSA

Depart?

SANDOR

So spake the bird.

Aye, quick departing.

SANSA

Yet the realm is vast.

Hast thou no destination in thy mind?

SANDOR

Away shall serve. From ash and flame I flee.

Perhaps the North my purpos’d place shall be.

SANSA

The gates and Keep are clos’d, at queen’s command.

SANDOR

To those who wear the cloak, no pass is barr’d.

To those who wear a sword, none stand oppos’d.

Alone can fire cease my certain flight.

SANSA

Thus spoken, why come here and so declare?

SANDOR

Thou Starks keep promises. What, lost thy sense?

A song thou swore, and thus do I insist.

SANSA

Amidst the smoke and death? Nay, I shall not.

Unhand me, for my heart is seiz’d by fear.

SANDOR

Thine eyes once open’d see but only fear.

Look now upon my face—this, I command.

SANSA

[aside]

The mummers’ demon masks give lesser dread.

Thank Seven for the blood, to hide his scars.

What wild eyes and frenzied, as a beast’s!

His brother’s burns with violent shivers twitch.

This drunken sword, come stinking in his gore—

Is this what singers dream belongs to war?

SANDOR

Away, sweet bird, come fly with me away.

No man in hearts e’er struck such fear as I.

I promise thee more safety in my care

Than ever could thou hope in Maegor’s Keep.

The man who wish’d thee hurt my hand would slay.

SANSA

A maiden has no fight for man so strong.

SANDOR

Thine eyes kept clos’d? What, still afraid, my bird?

Then give the song thou promis’d long ago.

Maid Jonquil and her fool shall be thy life.

Thy blinded silence will earn naught but death.

SANSA

[aside]

A bird has native aptitude for song

Yet terror now constricts my learned tongue.

But I dare not his face screen from mine own.

One song I know, and that one shall he have.

[to SANDOR] [sung]

Gentle Mother, font of mercy,

Save our sons from war, we pray,

Stay the swords and stay the arrows,

Let them know a better day.

Gentle Mother, strength of women,

Help our daughters through this fray,

Soothe the wrath and tame the fury,

Teach us all a kinder way.

SANDOR

The bird has sung.

[exit SANDOR]

SANSA

Though fearsome was his countenance, I felt

Some salty tears were wept beside the blood.

Yet now alone, to face a fate unsure.

The wild fires sounded their retreat.

Now stoic darkness overwhelms the land

And only jaded ghosts remain as proof.

His Kingsguard white, with blood and fire stain’d,

He left as souvenir, and close I keep.

For all I have is memory and cloak

To think of him who vanish’d in the smoke.

How is it possible I’m only discovering this now?!  This has made me unspeakably happy.

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