Born in summer, I lusted for new

Exciting places to rendezvous.

Rustling skirts and handsome lords

Caught my eye more than swords.

Desiring a crown upon my head,

I entered a den of gold and red.

A Lady I would be no longer.

My royal desires grew stronger. 

But I found my hopes were broken,

As I was traded like a prized token. 

Learning to play the great game

Was the only way to escape shame. 

But the lioness still prowled the plain,

Her anger roared as her son was slain. 

Forgetting about roses and little birds,

She screamed at her brother, master of words. 

Though the Young Wolf had already passed,

His sister's head was the gift she asked.

So my powers of manipulation grew and grew

As the winds of winter began howling through.

Bent and broken, some people might have been,

If they too had faced with such evil, such sin.

Now, as a new Northern King rises,

I find myself making compromises.

I may look young and beautiful,

But I have a wise, powerful soul. 

I don't know

if I am my favourite

character. 

I am a whoremaster

and a bit of a bastard. 

But have no fear,

if you think 

I flatter myself

with this slighting

depiction clasp

my hand and

be of good cheer. 

I will be behind you

in all your

brave endeavours.

But do remember

to sniff

your fingers

and count 

them later 

my dear. 

Mother of dragons they call me

Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, they say 

The breaker of chains,

The unburnt queen of the Andals

All of these titles describe by name and my aim, 

They tell you that I have game 

My father was a mad man,

My brother was uncool ,

But I am going to prove to you, that I am no fool. 

My vision is clear 

My dragons are here

The ships set sail, 

To conquer the capital, 

Where all will hail

And remember my name and recite my tale 

Soon you will hear them say,

Daenerys Stormborn; The first of her name 

That woman's got beauty and brains. 

She is not sitting in vain,  

So long may she reign 

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Count the cracks of your weapon on theirs in light and dark.

My hands need to move faster, body needs to dodge, legs to push forward.

One, two, three...

Fourth crack rings my ears.

The blow landed on the underside of my jaw, gnashing my teeth together. 

Every count I stand dazed another blow falls.

Bruises, breaks, and blood layer over and over each other everyday like the skirts of a fine gown now.

One, two, three, four.

If you drop your weapon, the dance is done.

Raw knuckles strain to keep mine in hand.

Rage swells as the current turns on me, but I've gotten use to the rage.

It's always there.

Anger makes me foolish, and I'm trying to be a little less of a fool.

Just swallow it with the rest.

Another long eight counts of a beating and a window opens.

Standing with their weapon raised, shoulder dropped, and head turned exposes the neck.

One.

A pop with stick to the windpipe drops my partner to their feet.

A few counts of a smile that can't quite be masked and the other's breath is back.

They're pushing forward.

My hands are bloodied, my body's slow, my legs are retreating.

One, two, three, four.

Stolen blood in my veins

too noble for my kind,

for what I am.

I long to scratch it out,

to punish myself for looking like him.

pine needles undergrowth moss dont think about it

They want me, everyone.

A tool, a weapon.

They want to tame me,

and hold me,

and choke me. 

blood in my mouth metallic tang fur in between teeth let it out let it out

Something's cold in my heart

and I try to hide to hide it.

I sit away from the fire

so they won't know,

I can't feel it.

weirwood trees leaves underfoot running cant find them 

Something changed.

Something changed a lot.

And no one cares.

No one looks close enough to see

I'm freezing. 

bodies in a clearing rotting unclean flesh

I'm the guard dog, the watchman,

sword in one hand,

lamp in the other. 

But a dog at least,

is allowed to be loved.

frosted skin curling up im not

Everyone I love, leaves. 

only i come back

Every night, before I go to sleep, I recall my first love. Try as I might, I cannot bear the rumors. They were tall tales, surely. I can clearly picture every detail of our encounters; though all is blurred by the tragedy of our final moments together. Oaths of wrath leap to mind when I see the murderous figure. This is in the past. At present, my heart wanders gilded halls.

Being smaller is not a disadvantage.  It disarms people, they are more at ease.  "Game of Thrones" is a great example in explaining the randomness in expressing our powers and potentials. Size can fall to either  side with a random ability to pick either one. Equal sides of the same spectrum.something big or small.  Consciousness and potential does not have a particular size, ever.