T’was said that poor young Jon Snow
Was vapid, nothing did he know
Good at being a crow
While trying not to show
His soft mostly hidden heart
Until his enemies took part
In killing him they were not smart
An evil witch caused his restart
Scars remained from betraying darts.
Jon found a new love, a reprieve
Obvious heart borne on his sleeve
Admired the powerful blonde queen
Forgot his strength and took the knee
Love overshadowed her debris
He’s now wakened by her final decree.
At the end you knew too much, Jon Snow.