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Metre Monday – “Blood of Ma Blood”

23 Sep



No joke, I toke the dragon smoke ’til I’m dozy

Rhyme like an oasis, keep it thick, lush and cozy

I was born in a storm – at least, that’s what they told me

I spit Dothraki like flame but now I’m breakin’ Westerosi


I’m harder than bone, I crush my fuckin’ dates at the pit

I dictate with benevolence even as I immolate shit

I got a masta plan of battle for y’all to vibe wit

‘Pon that spiky Iron Throne this bitch was destined to sit


Khal-Eazy (I drink ma blood by the flagon)

Khal-Eazy (Drogo-fuckin’ Mother of Dragons)


Ghost-pale locks, eyes like broken amethyst

Seduced the Lord of the Horselords in a steamin’ desert tryst

I call his spirit from the Night Lands when tha bloodlust got me pissed

My sun and stars’ll drop from heaven, kick ya dick in with his fist


Destroy the Starks and the Lannisters, that’s my earthly mission

Crawl over bloodied Baratheons to secure my position

When I speak, the lands of ice and fire betta listen

I got a Tully on tha rod, that’s why they call it gone fishin’


Khal-Eazy (I drink ma blood by the flagon)

Khal-Eazy (Drogo-fuckin’ Mother of Dragons)




Metre Monday – “A Monster’s Lament”

8 Oct

I am home in the bayou, I revel in the muck,

But it’s silent, and no one can hear me cry.

I’m just a B-grade monster with some awful luck

And some dreams that float up higher than the sky.


The putrid mud and algae are my dearest friends,

I love the bubbling vapour’s pop and hiss.

But I wonder: Is this it? Will this never end?

There has to be some more to life than this!


I long to hear children’s voices laughing on air,

And more – though I know this is all folly.

I yearn for the sight of a woman’s golden hair,

And my first very own ice cream trolley.


Ah, the music will play, the sunshine will beam,

The kiddies will all scamper and race!

I scream, you scream, we’re all screaming for ICE CREAM!

Instead of in horror at my hideous face.


I am here in the bayou, and I shriek and I moan

But it’s silent, and no one can hear me sing.

I have love in my heart, but I will stay alone,

Because nobody wants ice cream from a Swamp Thing.

Metre Monday – “The Monk”

1 Oct

Wand’ring forest trails,

The dappled sun warms his face.

He fills his lungs with air and

Breathes the harmony of nature.

A golden oriole sings for him,

A brook laughs along polished stone.


The Bridge-Of-Two-Paths looms.

Twin dragons uncoil from nothing,

And block the wand’rer’s passage.

They smile at him and ask:

“Will you play our game?”

The monk does not reply.


Dragon mouths laugh and say:

“It issues from Heaven,

Yet touches the earth.

To some it is precious,

Though it has no worth.”

The monk sits, and begins

His meditation, and the sun

Is dying brilliantly behind him.


The sun and moon dance across the sky,

Many times and yet he sits.

Misty rain in the morning light is

Like a tender kiss on his cheek.

Finally he stands and the dragons

Leap up and ask, “Have you an answer?”


The monk looks to the sky and the

Colour splits into dazzling shards of light

Within his eyes. He says, “Rainbow,”

And the dragons hiss and twist aside.

The monk bows low, and

Continues his journey into the morning.