Old Man Winter

Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep
Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die, all in darkness
That is the time for fear, my little lord, when the White Walkers move through the woods

Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation
Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks...

In that darkness the White Walkers came for the first time
They swept through cities and kingdoms riding their dead horses hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds

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