Born in black shadows, growing with books,
Riding through forests with my flying hair,
I always want to know how it looks
To be an ancient hero in despair.
And being wise as cruel, proud as freak
I give a drink for men in thirst in dryland
And then I want to see them lost and weak.
Oh, poor knights who visit Cersei’s island!
While being slaves, what should they do but tend
Upon the hours and times of my desire?
They have no time, no will to understand
If charms and spells upon them can expire.
The meanings lie in bearing’s any letter.
And that is why I know that Black lives matter.
