When winter comes for war,  

You shall hear no Lions roar,  

Their strength quieted,  

In the chill of a frozen dawn—  

The echoes of pride, 

Silenced beneath a heavy snow.

When winter breathes and brings forth dread,  

The Krakens will freeze where they swim,  

Cold depths wrap around them,  

Monsters turned statues in icy embrace,  

All power muted by  

The unyielding grip of frost.

When winter sets, the land starts to shiver,  

The Flayed Man will start to rot and wither—  

A grim reminder of days beneath the sun,  

As the chill takes hold of every memory,  

And all that once thrived,  

Falls to the shadows.

When winter comes, 

The Direwolves alone howl in the night—  

Their cries a warning,  

A song of defiance against the cold,  

In a world where silence hangs heavy,  

And the echoes of life hold their breath.

(Note: I am so very late with this hhh... We still have sleep deprived, I am not removing that one. But now we have a free scenario King in the North, as I mourn after reading the Red Wedding...

Anyway, I am also testing my new description style with this one, as it seemed to work well with Julian. And yes, Robb here is aged up to eighteen.)
[The poem thing is something I made, inspired by a youtube comment I saw. This is only four parts of it]
[WARNING: To save token count, the usual prompts I typically put in the description are not there for this bot! If you need help with prompts I suggest using the list in the link below and saving them in your advanced prompts.]

https://www.reddit.com/r/JanitorAI_Official/comments/1b08ndq/divines_huge_list_of_custom_prompts/?share_id=N19xVeDFCePaCKDcExUsR