• Hair of gold and eyes of the brightest green,
    Brighter than the fires that consumed Valyria.
    Never had Westeros a more glor'ous queen
    And she succumbed to vanagloria.
    The fairest queen from the Wall to Asshai,
    No dragon can compare with her beauty,
    But prophesied, sung by an old maegi,
    A younger, more beautiful queen will be.
    Jealously devises a wicked plot
    To rid herself of this dang'rous rosette.
    It seems the little flower has forgot
    A Lannister will always pay her debts.
    But the lioness's own due is nigh, and
    The valonquar will strangle her with his gold'n hand.