The Rains of Castamere - Extended version by arb-deviantart, literature
Literature
The Rains of Castamere - Extended version
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
With coats akin to golden coins,
Lions of the Rock advance.
Lies, incest, bribes and keeps,
The Queen leads a wily dance.
In the North, beyond the wall,
wights turn in their graves.
Eyes, hands, all cold blue,
b
What a wonderful world it is. by arb-deviantart, literature
Literature
What a wonderful world it is.
The city burned, the night fires lighting up the sky. Dense smoke obscured all but the tops of flaming structures. The "city" was nothing more than a collection of huts and hovels. There were some rusted water tanks a midst them, but they were leaning dangerously due to the heat eating away at weakened foundations. The huts were made of mud and in a few cases, wood. The roofs were thatched with straw.
Some of the fires were spreading from the thatches to buildings close to them, but they had little effect, only staining the pristine walls. The buildings were made of fire resistant asbestos concrete.
"Let these Kelek worshipers burn. They
The Beauties of Nature by arb-deviantart, literature
Literature
The Beauties of Nature
Flowers swaying in the wind,
Trees, verdant with piney scent.
Birds taking flight, inactivity hard to find,
Matriarch clouds, swollen fruits thunderous in descent.
All these things and many more,
rarely thought of, seldom seen.
Only found in poems and lore,
places where none of us has been.
The Age of building and technology,
has little place for Mother Nature.
Sorrowful 'tis, to pen this eulogy,
She has been made a caricature.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep”,
“A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,”,
Works of art which make men weep.
They were not conceived,
with regimented sys
The Rains of Castamere - Extended version by arb-deviantart, literature
Literature
The Rains of Castamere - Extended version
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
With coats akin to golden coins,
Lions of the Rock advance.
Lies, incest, bribes and keeps,
The Queen leads a wily dance.
In the North, beyond the wall,
wights turn in their graves.
Eyes, hands, all cold blue,
b
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The Rains of Castamere - Extended version by arb-deviantart, literature
Literature
The Rains of Castamere - Extended version
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
With coats akin to golden coins,
Lions of the Rock advance.
Lies, incest, bribes and keeps,
The Queen leads a wily dance.
In the North, beyond the wall,
wights turn in their graves.
Eyes, hands, all cold blue,
b
It is nothing new. I am a 16-year old school student whose half yearly exams are approaching (in September). So I am having a hectic schedule with very little time to work on any deviation. Compounding the problem is that I have started playing Total War - Rome and reading The Wise Man's Fear so I think an informal break from deviantart is getting enforced on me, despite my wishes to the contrary.
Hope I can get my work load lightened,
Aditya Raj Bhatt
UPDATE : And the wait goes on. Now that my Half yearlies have finished, I have my SAT 1 and SAT 2 coming up in successive months (October and November). I have so many new ideas and it is ir