an Ode to Daenerys Targaryen |
Disclaimer ▼ ‘Twas the night of the great storm to rage over Dragonstone As the Queen lay writhing in throes of dying labour While battleships of enemies Baratheon lay waste The last remains, of the Targaryens, into turbulent seas So, she came to be, the princess that was promised With hair of silver moonlight and eyes of lilac sunrise Her whispered name ‘Danerys’ a tribute to those who came before Their wisdom to guide and lead her to the rightful throne Yet the storm was not undone, for the defeated lay restless Eager to appease the whims of their conquerors Dire plans hastily made to surrender the children into Hands of those who would keep them chained forever Loyal were those who stayed true like Ser Derry the Brave Who led her across the Seven Seas and into the Free Cities Where Life’s cruel hands would soon leave her a pauper With a brother’s dragon blood simmering for his rightful place His greed would see her freedom sold to the barbaric Dothraki Who transversed and conquered lands with no fear of Death To become Khal Drogo’s khaleesi would become her destiny No tears or pleas for understanding would stir his steely heart She would suffer his brute displays of inflicted affection In silence, she would weep for the scars left behind Simple joys came with the gift of three dragon eggs So treasured and nurtured within flames tenderly kindled In time she would learn the ways of the khalasar Her determined growth a reflection of the need to survive Soon a new life was stirred within her womb ‘The stallion who mounts the world’ – Rhaego - he would be called Empowered she becomes with her khal and khalasar in tow Able to confront he who had always belittled and made her feel small no more would she tolerate his insults and lies for now she knew he was too cowardly to claim what was rightfully hers Viserys, dear brother, she thinks as he is crowned with the purest of gold I am the true blood of the dragon; she believes with sights set beyond the Seas With her khalasar she would storm the land of her birth And sit upon that throne of Aegon the Conqueror’s molten swords Alas, Death made haste on their journeys to the West To claim her unborn child and the man she had come to love Her grief so deep, she made the choice to walk into the flames of his dying pyre Where she would be reborn, from the ashes, with three new children to call her own. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, they would be named in kind Their presence a jolt to the world that the dragons had returned With her conquests from Astapor to Meereen, the word would soon spread Until all of the Seven Kingdoms quivered in dreaded anticipation Still, she had much to learn before becoming a true conqueror With tested battles, cunning slavers, and devious schemers along the way She would make for herself a loyal Queensguard to give sage advice Her exploits of mercy and bravery the talk of maesters and maegi And now, she stands upon the shores of Dragonstone, where she shields the scars That tell of a long and arduous journey to the waiting Iron Throne Where all will come to bend the knee For she is Daenerys Stormborn, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khalessi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and the Mother of Dragons. Long may she reign. Word Count: 600 Prompt ▼ |