House Stark ruled the north for a thousand years
Yet now all we do is weep and shed our tears
The northern lords say The North Remembers
Now Jon will rise from salt, smoke and embers

Ned believed in liberty, justice and honour
Then lost his head and now he’s a gonna
Joffery mounted Ned’s head for all to see
Sadistically laughing with triumph and glee

Catelyn loved her children and was a fierce lady
Even if she trusted the untrustworthy and shady
She wanted to believe everybody was just and good
But how naïve about the world, she was misunderstood

Robb’s cause was good with honourable merit
To which you must give the boy some credit
But when he married for love and not for position
Old Frey made destroying the Starks his mission

And then we had the notorious Red Wedding
Where thousands died with many a beheading
This brutal event broke the entire North in two
Because of which, House Bolton profited and grew

Bran is far beyond the wall, oblivious to these events
Camping out with the Reeds, Osha and Hodor in tents
He is out-of-the-way of northern politics and gore
Warging, learning magical teachings from Bloodraven’s lore

Arya flees the Twins before she is spotted or seen
Now still a very boyish looking, yet an adolescent teen
She wants Frey’s head on a spike, as well as others
To take revenge for her father, mother and brothers

Sansa is under the teachings of the mockingbird’s child
A true snake, but very charming when he smirks and smiles
Teaching her that there are other ways to win this game
By making smart moves from beyond the chessboard or the frame

Jon was born in Dorne, in the infamous Tower Of Joy
And was made to think he was merely a bastard boy
With no inheritance; he rode to the Watch and took the black
He became Commander, fought with the wildlings on horseback

His brothers mutinied because of his love of the freefolk
Stabbing him in the dark, watching him die and then croak
Daggers in the dark brought along Jon’s passing and death
But Melisandre made sure that wasn’t to be his last breath

Theon Greyjoy lied about burning the bodies of House Stark’s heirs
Burning the bodies of the farmer’s boys laying them out black and bare
Like Bran, Rickon was thought to be utterly dead and at rest
Captured by the Boltons, but now with an arrow through his chest

The flayed men live and walk through his house and home
Using it as torture chambers in which blood would ooze and foam
And hence we have the epic and notorious Battle Of The Bastards
Ending with Ramsay’s demise by dogs, he was completely mastered

Umber, Mormont, Cerwyn, Manderly, Hornwood and now Stark
The North Remembers, igniting that inspiring northern spirit and spark
It’s no secret that the northerners will only follow one of the north
They’d rather choose a northern bastard than an outsider, henceforth

Revenge is a dish best served icy and cold

From Winterfell, the ancestral Stark stronghold