The Long Night

In the year of AL 303,

All of Westeros knew misery.

White Walkers came forth, slew those in the North,

Azhor Azhai's light wasn't to be.

…

The dragons of fire were no shows,

For in Essos, Dany had her woes.

And those in the black, were all driven back,

And Roose Bolton's defence was too slow.

…

So a nightmare fouler than reckoned,

Went to the South second by second.

The Southerners laughed, these things of the past,

But all the while their end did beckon.

…

While the Northers south they did flee.

And Bran he remained linked to a tree.

And southward spread white, herald of Long Night,

And came the end of humanity.

A/N

This was based on a writing exercise for the poetic form of Gwawdodyn, where syllable counts go 9/9/10/9. It was also loosely adapted from the poem Gettysburg by William Preston.