Veiled, she
can't keep a single face
Gloved,
because her stain isn’t yet
Inexorable,
if by her rules you bend
You will find
her near the end
She is the
sword no one can befriend
She makes
sure the story goes to her intend
Capped, so you know when he knocks Covered, so the world he can endure
One Glove, picks if mark or not Gloveless, lasting is his spoor
Whimsy, brings joy or naught Stark, his sight you can't obscure
God knows where shall now be He is there, don’t try to hide
Like gold mines, hard to foresee Like a cane, he'll be your guide
In his stories, drama he decrees He narrates as the story goes by
Bruised, all accidents he
felt
Ragged, his mark slowly
fades
Kind, he knows you from
youth
He is at the start, at your
roots
Drink from his cup
and you'll see the truth
He made you, don't be
uncouth
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