136 words, 6 quatrains or 24 lines
Form - Kyrielle
Ned Stark the virtuous and just
devoted Catelyn, one can trust
a kingly feast, don’t be misled
on the table, a lavish spread
Arya, Sansa, Bran, and Jon Snow
they all know this is no game show
but in my poem, nobody’s dead
at the table, a lavish spread
with Tryon Lannister, witty
Ser Jorah Mormont the gritty
back from exile looking ahead
on the table, a lavish spread
Robert Baratheon’s a must
sly Cercei’s mate and upper crust
looking forward to being fed
at the table, a lavish spread
Mature Rob stark the eldest heir
Rob’s pal Theon Greyjoy is there
two playful pals are bred to head
at the table, a lavish spread
most are good at scaling towers
others prefer scents of flowers
venison, wild boar, gingerbread
on the table, a lavish spread