The lady breathes hell out of a fire,
Don’t fiddle with her smile,
You won’t know what temper divides her fire.
Believe them when they say,
This lady has been through hell and back,
Fury she carried slaughters around her neck
Burnt and vanished long before they thought
Her plight is a bottomless pain.
Careful now what you would say to this lady,
For she is lady on the fire,
Queen to the House of Targaryen.
-Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.