The Stranger's Song
The Stranger comes in our dismay,
Along with him, a mist of gray.
To pain, misery and disarray,
He lures the little children.
Those who know him will surely tell,
They've seen the face of heaven and hell.
Heed their words, listen to them well,
Be wise now, little children.
But sometimes too, he brings us peace,
In a life of pain, he’s the sweet release.
With poison, steel, or a deadly disease,
He takes the little children.
But if you hope to live and play,
Wish the God of death to keep away.
Just tell the Stranger “not today”,
Say that, my little children.
Try not to fall under his spell,
When he comes and tolls his haunting bell.
It’s time to call for help and yell,
Or hide now, little children.
The Smith builds, the Father judges,
The Crone is wise, the Mother holds no grudges.
The Stranger however only has urges,
To snare the little children.
For days and nights he comes and goes,
Takes lovers, families, friends and foes.
Despite our struggles, despite our woes,
He’ll seize our little children.
The Warrior, he fights to offer protection,
The Maiden fills us with dreams of affection.
But the Stranger’s sole thoughts and projection,
Are the heads of little children.
So pray to the six who guide us all,
But never answer the Strangers call.
For your mind and soul he shall enthrall,
He’s watching you, little children.
For your mind and soul he shall enthrall,
So run, my little children.
(Inspired by the song for the seven Gods in the book "A Storm of Swords", or the more popular TV show, "Game of Thrones". In the book, the song had 7 verses, each God has one verse, except for the Stranger. I decided to write his song, so this is my interpretation of the Stranger, the God that represents death and the unknown).