There Will Be Stories Yet

[a_little_wisp]

At the behest of Cellar Door,
Dedicated to Mr. Martin, my brother Matt and his best friend Trey, and to all other fans who wait anxiously for Dance to hit the shelves -

This is as close as it gets to fanfiction for me, and that's probably why it's not terribly good.


There Will Be Stories Yet


Come, make haste,
The Winter weathers all.
The fires stay no longer lit
When Winter comes to call.
And shall I sing of stories past?
Or shall I sing of now?
Sleep, brave knight,
We die tonight
Or live to tell a tale.

Listen close,
I’ll pluck these strings
And from them, notes will hum
Until my fingers,
From the cold,
Are tough, and raw, and numb.

Take faith, brave knight,
You and I
Are not so different now
You with blade,
And I, with strings,
We tread the paths we’ve paved.
There will be battles
To be fought
And blades are like to ring -
There will be stories yet, my lords,
This bard may never sing.


Come, lie down,
Our time is short for sleep,
Dawn may bring a blizzard forth
But vigil, we must keep.
And shall I sing a lullaby
For grown men lost to fear?
Sleep, young knights,
In Mother’s arms
We’ll rest our heads tonight.

Listen close,
I’ll weave these words,
Though frost may take my lyre,
Until my voice
Grows too hoarse
And drawn, and flat, and tired.

Take hope, brave knight,
You and I,
Are not so different now,
You with shield,
And I with voice,
Our futures here are sealed.
There will be castles
To defend
Come dawn, it’s war they’ll bring -
There will be stories yet, my lords,
This bard may never sing.


The future, lads, does not end
Though death may take our sight;
As the moon will bring us night
We know
The sun will bring the light.
In a game of thrones,
A feast for crows,
A storm of clashing kings -
We find that only Time can know
What end awaits, come Spring.

In a song of ice and fire,
Broken crowns,
And shattered lives,
You with tears
And I with song,
We'll reap our fates in fear.
We'll keep the young
Within our thoughts-
In war, they don’t belong;
The future is for them, my lords,
While we rest in their songs.

There will be stories yet to tell
In all that hope will bring-
There will be stories yet to tell
This bard will never sing.



All references to A Song of Ice and Fire go directly to George R.R. Martin.

[~Sophia~]

Oh wow little_wisp... I was hoping to see something of yours and here it is. Do you know that as I was reading I realized every stanza can stand as a poem on it's own!! This is fab and so lyrical. I could hear a lute accompaniment all the way through!!!

And if I had to choose, this is my favorite part!


The future, lads, does not end
Though death may take our sight;
As the moon will bring us night
We know
The sun will bring the light.
In a game of thrones,
A feast for crows,
A storm of clashing kings -
We find that only Time can know
What end awaits, come Spring.

[Lokasenna]

That's fantastic! I really liked the style and the subject, and the musicality of it was very stong. I've not read any Martin for a long, long time, but you brought some pleasent memories back. Thank you!

[PrinceMyshkin]

I'm puzzled by the seeming contradiction in the repeated lines,


There will be stories yet, my lords,
This bard may never sing.

This bard may never sing at all? Or only of the stories that are yet to be told?

But as to whether you will ever sing again, you will do so, I believe, as long as you draw poetic breath!

[a_little_wisp]

Sophia, I'm glad you enjoyed it!!! :D This one has actually been put to song! Now all I need to do is learn how to play the lute.

Hm. Oh dear.

Lokasenna, good to see you again, and you're welcome! Martin's stories certainly do have a feeling to them, don't they? One that's hard to forget, easy to bring to surface. Thank you very much for reading!

Prince, hmmm! How do I explain? Stories will be created yet, in the years to follow, through the survivors and the children, that the bard will never be able to tell through words or song, because... well, he'll probably be dead, bless him.

Goodness, and thank you for lovely comment - although, I do wish that if, maybe, if I ever, MAYBE get published, or something, or recognized, or even just remembered, that my poems will sing long after I've drawn my last breath.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Prince, Goodness, and thank you for lovely comment - although, I do wish that if, maybe, if I ever, MAYBE get published, or something, or recognized, or even just remembered, that my poems will sing long after I've drawn my last breath.

Maybe if you used "maybe" less frequently and maybe use I will get published, or something, or recognized, or even just remembered, and maybe, just maybe, if you wrote a few more wonderful poems or maybe short stories... then maybe you can leave the getting published, or something, or recognized, or even just remembered to the several intelligent editors who maybe get to read your stuff!

I have spoken!

[Virgil]

Pretty Wisp. It's not easy to handle the rhythm and rhime for that long unless one writes in that mode frequently. It was a pleasant read. I particularly liked this:

In a song of ice and fire,
Broken crowns,
And shattered lives,
You with tears
And I with song,
We'll reap our fates in fear.
We'll keep the young
Within our thoughts-
In war, they don’t belong;
The future is for them, my lords,
While we rest in their songs.
It seemed to reach some deepness there.

[~Sophia~]

little-wisp, you should change your name to hurricane. You will rock the world one day because you have the talent and - you can! Huggers.

[a_little_wisp]

Maybe if you used "maybe" less frequently and maybe use I will get published, or something, or recognized, or even just remembered, and maybe, just maybe, if you wrote a few more wonderful poems or maybe short stories... then maybe you can leave the getting published, or something, or recognized, or even just remembered to the several intelligent editors who maybe get to read your stuff!

I have spoken!

You HAVE spoken, and I had to try not to laugh out loud in Barnes in Noble! I'll see what I can do.

Maybe.


:lol:


Virgil, it wasn't easy, and sometimes I still sit down with it and try to make it better. For now, however, I'm letting it rest. :D I'm glad you thought it was pretty! The bit you liked best was actually the part that came most naturally. I wasn't sure how to end it, and so I tried to begin it with the title of the series - "In a song of ice and fire" - and it flew out. It was wonderful. Thanks for reading!

Sophi-aa, :lol: A hurricane? Let me try to be a formidable gust first. You're so sweet! Thank you! Hugglesback.

[SleepyWitch]

I've never read any GRRM. To be honest, I heard about him for the first time in my life only last week :blush:
nevertheless, I like the rhythm. I particularly liked the lines that had PrinceMyshkin confused and didn't have trouble getting the meaning you intended. There is a contradiction in them, but it only makes them more intriguing/eerie.

There will be stories yet to tell
This bard will never sing.