Maybe there is white..but the black is dominating,

Maybe there is light..but the dark is illuminating.

Maybe there is spite..but the Starks are rejuvenating,

and when they unite..the North will be celebrating.

Maybe there is soul..but the death is originating,

Maybe there is hole..but the deficient is formulating.

Maybe there is abuse..but her purity is propagating,

and when he improves..the crows will be intimidating.

I say :

“Through ice and fire he shall rule..

  Rise from the dead and the blood pool.

  Ride a dragon, be an heir..

  Take the thrones to heights from despair.”

          A dream is it.. cause the truth is far..

          only the brother can tell.. if its peace or war.

          A girl is it.. or a many faced kite,

          lost faces of love..hate..and now no one in sight.