Written
about the fight between prince Aerion, who snapped the finger of a
little girl for enacting a dying dragon and lunged her puppet-stand,
and ser Duncan who stopped that by assaulting the prince resulting in
trial by seven. In there Baelor thought on ser Duncans side, for
justice and died for the right cause, while saving ser Duncan with
word and deed!
1.
Everyone's
a brawler, everyone's a knight -
the
stalwart hero, to slay the dragons head:
"Raise
your banners and kites – put up some fight!"
nobody
for the onion-knight wishes to be dead!
2.
“For
King and Country – to protect and serve the meek;
but
not for my honor, if it's against my Lord…”
Many
sires bleak – remained silent to reap,
what
Aerion had sown, to Baelor afford!
3.
The
prince was a dragon, supported by apples fall;
he
still couldn't muster strength against a giant.
Duncan
in mud stalled, Aerion's “oncle” call –
defeated,
who offered his horse so defiant…
4.
The
Dragon offered his head for the pauper –
the
real one and not a namesake.
There
is the piper, where the weeper -
to
remember the oaths what there not fake!
5.
On
hardship it prevails, if you're worthy or nut;
is
your virtue only for joust or for thee.
Only
after the “but” is worth about;
if
the people will call upon your merry tree!
6.
“Oak
and iron, guard me well,” was the say of one Ser
“...or
else I'm doomed and go to Hell!” to trust in virtue, not in vain.
Aerion
blurred, his quest went cur;
the
name's not all what drives insane.
7.
Haughty
postures and hopes on the tithe
what
titles and linage may draw to your right;
soon
out of stiff, like death with her scythe –
thrown
to the left like gnawing night…
8.
For
the maidens honor for her fair name;
no
price is too high to favor the just.
Earl's
no game – nor any gain
to
wager against onions in a gust.
9.
Maybe
the onions are silver; maybe indeed gold;
a
knight nor a prince dost savor;
the
taste of blood as told; is more than scold,
to
lust against thy own flavor!
10.
Many
Hares see dragon, inside their own head;
never
risen for mercy, but for the slaughter of ease.
That
is the led what proves their coins reed –
such
conduct, like the harlot offers a tease!
11.
If
the battle is tough, no victory resounds;
many
princes drink wine, to pardon their excuse:
Cursing
zounds, the brother for bounds –
only
a true dragon their nightmares shall hound!
12.
Rest
well Baelor – true was your might;
like
a dragon you rose up and sheltered.
May
the star's light from ser Duncans kite
shine
upon our strives as we falter!!
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