The Dreams of Jon Snow

The lone wolf's role was none I chose

Nor the bastard Snow who men opposed

Whom from Crow to Lord Commander rose

My dream was of home and legitimacy

To have my home, but welcome me

But did see the reality

And lack of the nobility

Of King Stark's that lived once before me

I am his son and his resemblance

But a bastards life is one of penance

A sin for which I can't atone

A lesser son, but not disowned

Yet never made to feel at home

Will I find my mother in this world?

Were you her gem, was she your pearl?

Did you lay at night with tavern whore?

Was she a love you knew before?

Her name at least, you should reveal

At least her name; A son should know

Let me hear the half of me

That denied me Stark and made me Snow

I shake these thoughts before they take hold

Darker things creep toward my door

I've seen the dead, was in their gaze

If looks could kill, I know the face

I see the flames and feel ashamed

They flicker to a another place

A pyre lit, my lover lain

An open wound, my deepest pain

From the face I'll never know

To the Flame that burns through my soul

Thoughts I dismiss before the dawn

Where cold winds strike upon the calm

I'm to fight the dead it seems

Whether fit, they deemed me King

A Northern slain and left to die

A Red Priest's prayer did revive

I lingered in the deepest sleep

If I was dead then what was he?

A Stranger of the Night, it seems