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).