transcent 1. the passing of thrones

What can we say? It's a warm winter night

Somewhere someone's dog is still howling her rite

Growling and slipping on cold marble floors

There are no lions left here to roar

Would you tell me your truths?

Would you let your tongue loose?

There's a wind blowing, but we can't feel it

There's a sword in the screen, but don't trust it

The world has gone hollow and slow

By the gate there's a system of liars and cheats

With their heads all grown heavy with mold

By the window I'll sit here, just counting the seasons

And watching the passing of thrones.