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In the place my love used to sleep,
Now there is only an empty bed.
His rubies fell into the river's deep,
He brought doom upon my head.
And as the lions began to creep,
All they wrought was awful dread.
Now within this cursed Red Keep,
Our blood flows like Dornish red.
Where is Rhaenys? My little girl?
Violet eyes and hair dark as a crow.
My husband's most precious pearl.
Who loved to hear his songs of woe.
I used to see them dance and twirl.
Where did my sweet daughter go?
Stabbed fifty times by a foul churl.
What was her crime? Do you know?
Where is Aegon? My smallest one?
Why can I no longer hear him cry?
What fate befell my cherished son?
Did I even get to tell him goodbye?
Aerys was dead. The war was won.
Why did my poor boy have to die?
In the end what justice was done?
Why did only one good man decry?
And for what were my babes slain?
The blood with which they were born?
They fought no wars. Gave no pain.
Yet we were swept aside with scorn.
Can you not feel your honor's stain?
What of the oaths that were sworn?
Did you care less for virtue than gain?
Was it all just for a crown to be worn?
Was all your talk of honor feigned?
Where was loyalty when we fell?
How easily vows were profaned.
May they haunt you like a knell.
One day justice will be unchained.
It isn't a thing that you can quell.
When our vengeance is attained,
You will remember Elia Martell.