The Rider

The thunder roars

And lightning strips away

The trees on the shores.

The thunder asserts its forte.

The rider is seated

Upon a bulky steed.

The night is heated

With his hate and greed.

The women and children

Shriek at the sound

Of their men

Being sleighed and falling to the ground.

The rider takes off his helmet

And stands.

The town has paid its debt.

The rider understands.

The rider flips back his long hair

And there stands a girl,

Without worry or care.

She turns, her hair a whirl.

The girl turns her back

On the destroyed home of hers.

She prepares to attack

Before another town stirs.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Daenerys]

Ohhhh, mysterious.