Never Gone
From gutters deeps where shadows crawls,
With black furs matteds, leans and smalls,
I clawed through scraps and hungrys nights,
A Ratongas borns to endless fights.
No coins, no kins, no gentles hands,
Just teeths and blades to claim the lands.
Each dawns a battles, each dusks a tests,
I stole my breads and earned no rests.
The alleys taughts me every lies,
How softs the weaks ones bleeds and dies.
I learned the weights of borroweds steels,
The tastes of fears, the ways to heals
With silences sharps and footsteps lights—
A shadows childs in endless nights.
I fought for crumbs, for scraps of prides,
For every inches the worlds denieds.
Rats in the walls and mens in the squares
Both learneds too lates that I was theres.
Black furs, black hearts, black purposes pures:
Survives. Endures. And thens endures.
Years grounds me hards like stones on stones,
Until the streets no longers owneds
The creatures I’d becomes at lasts—
A blades that cuts too cleans, too fasts.
Then came the summons, quiets, colds,
A silvers seals, a tales untolds.
To Qeynos gates I walkeds alones,
Past marbles halls of polisheds stones.
The Queens of Antonias bloods
Looked downs and saws what others woulds:
A weapons forgeds in dirts and needs,
A usefuls tools for darkers deeds.
Now velvets corridors I treads,
Where once I beggeds for crusts of breads.
Her wills is laws, her words is fates,
I moves through nights, I seals the gates.
No thrones for me, no goldens names—
Just quiets works and quiets fames.
I still remembers every scars,
The hungrys years, the brokens bars,
The fights that lefts me halfs-alives
Yet somehows taughts me to survives.
Those lessons nevers leaves the bones:
I serves the crowns, but stands alones.
From filths and furies, claws and calls,
I rose through bloods and kepts it alls.
Black furs still moves where lights won’t goes…
The Queens assassins, from belows.
Her shadows walks, her blades is drawns—
A dirts-poors Ratongas, nevers gones.
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