Chapter 1: The Wildfire Treason (ASOIAF/GOT Original Poem)
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Remember, remember,
The failed spark,
And the snuffed the ember,
The wildfire treason and plot.
I can think of no reason,
That the wildfire treason,
Should ever be forgot.
Death was at the gates,
But Aerys was deceived.
And in just one breath,
A falsehood was believed.
When the sack began,
Triumph turned to strife,
The mad king told the lion,
To take his father's life.
Remember, remember,
The failed spark,
And the snuffed the ember,
The wildfire treason and plot.
I can think of no reason,
That the wildfire treason,
Should ever be forgot.
Although the lion faltered,
He still somehow stayed true.
But he had sworn so many oaths,
Just what was he to?
He had sworn to be brave,
He had sworn to be just,
He had sworn to serve his king,
And now he had to as he must.
Remember, remember,
The failed spark,
And the snuffed the ember,
The wildfire treason and plot.
I can think of no reason,
That the wildfire treason,
Should ever be forgot.
“Burn them all!”
That's what the mad king said.
He meant to wake a dragon
But Aerys woke the lion instead.
So a king was justly slain,
His fiery plot was foiled,
The young lion paid his debt.
Yet his white cloak was soiled.
Remember, remember,
The failed spark,
And the snuffed the ember,
The wildfire treason and plot.
I can think of no reason,
That the wildfire treason,
Should ever be forgot.
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Chapter 2: The Fifth of November (English Folk Verse)
Summary:
This is the source material that inspired part of my original poem. I adapted lines 1-6 for my work and disregarded the rest.
Chapter Text
Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!

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