North to King's Landing
I have patiently waited night and day
I have humbly stood by dusk till dawn
Solemnly standing there, come the scorch of the sun
Or the pelts of the rain storm
Waiting for him to return.
Seventy days and counting, he left amidst such drama
With much pleas and supplication, he left home,
Left home for the king's Landing, to seek answers to questions
Questions unknown to every tenant of his house on the rock.
The house with a foundation laid by the King's men of king's Landing
Mutiny
I hear the silent whispers of a cry for mutiny
Mutiny, these rats, the rodents aboard wants to jump ships, they scamper
The captain, the head of the house, his absence has stired up a mutiny
No one knows, if he went overboard, yet
No one knows, if he stepped out in a smaller boat, yet
No one knows, if he has gone down to the hull of the ship,
Never to return.
Like they no longer care, all members of the congregation
A congregation of fooled men and women, the lot of them who are comfortable
Even with the most tragic of events to befall them, they banter
A few days and nights, they argue and cast the first stones,
But they get comfortable.
I will still wait, day and night
I will still stand, dawn through dusk
Through the scorching sun and the pelting rain
I know he will return.
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