The Seastone Chair

No one knew that foggy morn
that Cersei Lannister, Queen high borne

would finally meet an untimely fate
as the piled fruit sat upon her plate.

Here I stood a simple server girl
waiting for her stomach to finally hurl

for poison works in mysterious ways
and this was just an early phase.

Soon her stomach would start rebelling,
and then her eyes begin their swelling

While I watched on from the back of the room.
waiting for fate to deliver its doom.

She chatted on with her brother lover
while more arrived, beginning to hover.

The Mountain was a ghastly sight,
I pity his unfortunate plight

I am no one that is true,
a little girl who finally grew

to carry out the ultimate revenge
The House of Stark I will avenge.

WC: 133
Lines: 20
Form: Couplet