Mother of Dragons
Mother of Dragons
Far away, distant in a land apart
Exists a world with a broken heart
Corruption in its kingdoms, people at war
Never has there been such a story in yore
The story of a girl who lived through suffering
Torment and hardship, to the world she was nothing
Her own way she made for her inheritance was lost
A poor unfortunate soul who has paid every cost:
There stirs a child in a mother’s womb
A mother who runs with her son from doom
A kingdom is seized and she is the Queen
As her family fights, she and her son are fleeing
They find refuge on an island, and on the night of a storm
A beautiful child from her is born
Her name is Daenerys, she was too much to bear
Her mother dies birthing, a corpse in despair
Viserys the brother is left with Daenerys
His mother she killed, and a grudge he holds dearest
They grow up in exile from the kingdoms oversea
The kingdoms that once belonged to their family
They are the exiled royals from a ruling lineage
The only two alive, without a dime or a privilege
One man is kind enough to take them in
Two poor children of House Targaryen
Daenerys is shy, and Viserys is brute
He scolds her often, and beats her too
She does nothing wrong, but he holds a grudge
His anger he unleashes, his temper his crutch
“Don’t be afraid”, he says to her sweet
“I will one day rule the kingdoms across the sea
The land that once belonged to our family
The land that before your birth, we had to flee”
He speaks of a land to where she has never been
A domain usurped from people within
Her brother Viserys dreams of return
So he may rule and the traitors will burn
When she’s of age, Daenerys is sold
Viserys sends her to wed, and she does as she’s told
She is a young woman, yet disallowed to decide
For her life is a pawn in her brother’s game of pride
And surely Viserys was paid in kind
For his sister he received payment sublime
Thousands of horses and thousands of men
To fight on his side so he may reign in the end
The Seven Kingdoms he should conquer one day
The crown he will wear and the usurper he’d slay
He yearns to return to the kingdoms of home
Reigning as he should, on the iron throne
His sister was not a big price to pay
He did not care for her much anyway
A miserable thing, he regretted her birth
His mother died delivering her to this earth
So off poor Daenerys Targaryen is sent
To marry a Khal Drogo and live in his tent
She now lives alien in a nomadic tribe
Drogo is the Khal, and she is the bride
Khaleesi they call her, the female at rule
Of a tribe in the meadows, the Grass Sea’s crowned jewel
With savage people she is forced to bide
Thrown on a horse without being taught how to ride
Scared she is, a girl of only thirteen
Young and abused, the sorrow she’s seen…
Sunrise after sunrise, announces a new day
Of her dolorous life, much to her dismay
Daenerys beaten, Daenerys mistreated
Yet for her wedding gifts she is not cheated
Among the trifle she’s given, there’s one luxury yet
Three Dragon eggs in a box, a gift one cannot forget
The eggs were large, ancient and bold
Turned to stone by the ages, a beauty to behold
They stood a reminiscent memoir of an ancient time
When Dragons flew the skies, when Dragons were alive
An expensive coincidence for her to receive
For her family used to ride on the backs of these
The Targaryen family was blood of the Dragon
They ruled as far back as one can imagine
Centuries ago, the last dragon died
These eggs were relics of Targaryen pride
Fossilized they were and heavily ancient
She held them up and expressed her amazement
She was grateful for the gift, a token of history
Yet a nothing was she, her life but a misery
In the heat they roamed on horseback for days
The Dothraki her tribe, the Great Grass Sea her maze
Affinity soon grew between her and her husband
Daenerys was happier than she’d ever been
They came to love each other, created a bond
That nothing could break, no matter how strong
One day Viserys stormed into the tent
Where the fire was lit, his patience all spent
He’s waited so long, his outrage expressed
Rage in words breathed out of his chest
“Where is my crown!” He yelled at Khal Drogo
“I sold you my sister! Now pay what you owe.
An army you gave me, yet my throne I have not
Where is my crown!” His anger grew hot
To the Dothraki tongue Daenerys translated
Khal Drogo heard clearly and was not clearly elated
The Khal was not accustomed to be spoken this way
Offended was he, and Viserys he’d slay
“You want your crown?” He said in rhetoric
“I have it right here”, a phrase metaphoric
Khal Drogo smiled, knowing that Viserys
Understood not a word, lest translated by Daenerys
The Khal ripped off his own golden chain from the neck
He threw it in a cauldron and on the fire it was set
The gold turned to liquid and bubbled in swelter
Viserys was restrained by two guards in the shelter
“Here is your crown!” Drogo gave a cold glance
As he came near, the cauldron in his hands
Bottoms up in air, gold molten rained out
Over Viserys’s head, ending his drought
In agony he screamed, the gold burning his flesh
The liquid solidified, death ended his thresh
There lay Viserys, without life, on the ground
Accomplishing his dream and wearing his crown
Daenerys’s face showed no emotion
For her brother she had no love or devotion
Though, better news came after the death of her brother
She was with child; she was to be a mother
Her pregnancy brought her life new found joy
The child she’d have was to be a boy
The ruler of the world, a dragon on horseback
Her son destined to be more than a leader of a pack
The Dothraki tribe were an insensitive people
Pillaging villages and enslaving the feeble
Daenerys’s compassion did steer her to remorse
When she stopped at a raiding and dismounted her horse
She commanded her soldiers to end their aggression
At raping an old woman who cried back in regression
The old witch thanked the Khaleesi for her act of benevolence
The woman’s eyes deep with the feelings of reverence
The soldiers were enraged and undeniably shocked
For women they raped, but this time they were stopped
They went to the Khal and presented their concern
He sided with Daenerys, his expression was stern
One of his men turned on him and attacked
He thought he’d grown soft, but Drogo fought back
The two angered men then began to fight
The Khal triumphed and slaughtered the other with might
Though after the brawl, he discovered a gash
A deep cut on his chest had been left from the crash
The witch Daenerys had saved came to him and said
Let me treat this before it festers or soon you’ll be dead
However the Khal didn’t follow the woman’s advice
The wound now infected he becomes too weak to ride
He falls from his horse and his people decide
He is too weak to lead, only the strongest survive
The men fight over who will be the new Khal
Daenerys is no longer relevant now
They may kill her or even make her a slave
The Khaleesi (for now) looks for ways to escape
Just when her life had a hint of meaning
The good was torn away without any weaning
Fear in her veins and tears in her eyes
She gathers her strengths and hope she implies
With desperation in her voice, she begs the old woman
To save Drogo and heal him from the sickness he’s in
The old witch complies, but must use blood magic
A dark art, a sorcery, a measure quite drastic
And during this time, Daenerys goes into labor
She’s rendered unconscious, and wakes three days later
Her husband is dead and her child stillborn
Half her people have left her, she cries and she mourns
The old witch had deceived her, so she is tied to the pyre
Where dead Drogo is laid and it is all set on fire
Painful screams can be heard through the flame
As the woman smolders in Khal Drogo’s name
The tips of the blazing light touch the sky
Fires orange, red and yellow fly high
The heat is immense, the crackling loud
Black smoke collects into a large cloud
Daenerys then walks unflinchingly in
With her three Dragon eggs, and then it begins
Engulfed in the fire, she stays the whole night
The Dothraki watch and imagine in fright
In the morning is witnessed an unexpected scene
The Dothraki amazed at a sight unforeseen
Gasps are heard, people’s tears are shed
For Daenerys Targaryen is not dead
Like a Phoenix she rises up out of the ashes
Unharmed and unburnt without any scratches
And on her shoulders, stand three tiny Dragons
Alive and alert, borne out of the madness
Creatures divine, magic brought back again
Hatched and revived from their extinction
The first in many centuries, three infant Dragons
Sit atop the Khaleesi in a fiery passion
Faith’s given her a chance, her potential is born
To become someone greater than tattered and torn
To become someone who strikes fear in the hearts
Of her enemies and lovers even the stars
The great turning point in Daenerys’s life
From poverty and plight, through hunger and strife
It has led her to this moment where she can decide
That over earth she will rein and will no longer hide
When her Dragons are grown she will rule the world
When she is dead, stories will be told
Her name will ring in the hearts of all men
Her name will be what she becomes in the end
She is:
Daenerys Stormborn of the house Targaryen
The Unburnt, Queen of Meereen
Queen of the Andals the Rhoynar and the First Men
Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the Realm
Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and
Mother of Dragons