An Old Valyrian Prophecy.

A realm bled and many songs were sung,

Innocents died and others where shunned,

Others where hidden before their fated ends.

While a new king sat with a crown upon his head.

The last dragon of Westeros will arise,

Many believed it died

Many believed it couldn't fly.

When the viper is revealed to be what it is not,

The young wolf of the north will finally howl

In Ice and Fire it was fated to end.

In Fire and Ice it would be how it mends.

A Queen and a King shall come to rule.

And with their reign truly a realm will bloom.