From Jancis Milburga to Coatleque
By Nathan
Are you the warrior, a'clad all in white
Or is that one a leaf upon the wind?
Are you the loving one, with eyes all alight
In rainbow hues that have no end?
Too many nights, perhaps, you've held up your shield
Against both enemy and friend.
Whom are you saving with the blade that you wield
And whose is the life that you might spend?
May all that you love, all that you love,
All that you truly love come to you.
To you, we raise a cup, and sing to the moon
A thousand voices toast your name
But is the woman that wears Sultana's white
And the truth of you the same?
May all that you love, all that you love,
All that you truly love come to you.
How many souls have you preserved with your strength
And how much of your own would you spend
However much, Ser Crofte, it has been enough
Else I'd have been that leaf upon the wind.
May all that you love, all that you love,
All that you truly love come to you.
By Nathan
Are you the warrior, a'clad all in white
Or is that one a leaf upon the wind?
Are you the loving one, with eyes all alight
In rainbow hues that have no end?
Too many nights, perhaps, you've held up your shield
Against both enemy and friend.
Whom are you saving with the blade that you wield
And whose is the life that you might spend?
May all that you love, all that you love,
All that you truly love come to you.
To you, we raise a cup, and sing to the moon
A thousand voices toast your name
But is the woman that wears Sultana's white
And the truth of you the same?
May all that you love, all that you love,
All that you truly love come to you.
How many souls have you preserved with your strength
And how much of your own would you spend
However much, Ser Crofte, it has been enough
Else I'd have been that leaf upon the wind.
May all that you love, all that you love,
All that you truly love come to you.