They held each other close, and turned their backs upon the end.
The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies;
The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned,
Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned,
A city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned;
The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned.
Tyrion Lannister and Jorah Mormont (Game of Thrones).
Nice to see the words again. I was working from Jorah and Tyrion recitation when I wrote this post: http://patricksponaugle.com/2015/06/23/valyria-doom-dragons-and-steel/
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Thanks, I read your post, it is very informative.
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🙂 Thanks, I appreciate the feedback. I have 110 more posts just like it.
(I’m not exaggerating.)
Thanks again, and I’m glad I ran across your blog post, posting the poem of the Doom that came to Valyria. Right on!
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“The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons 🐉 burned,”
I added an 🐉 emoji for effect; not that it needs any effects, extremely powerful; what a line, what a metaphor — fantastic in its accuracy.
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