Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Tubī Daor



What do we say to death?
Tubī daor. 

What do we say to doubt?
Tubī daor. 

What do we say to hate?
Tubī daor. 

The night is dark and full of terrors
In High Valyrian, it is ‘Bantis zōbrie issa se ossȳngnoti lēdys’
Dark—for when you’re clouded with hatred and rage,
The shimmering stars start to fade
Full of terrors—for when you play this game of life,
You either succeed or fail
Daoruni gīmī—ērinis iā morghūlis
(You know nothing— you win or you die)

But what do we say to death?
Not today

What do we say to doubt?
Not today

What do we say to hate?
Not today


Day 17: Today, I challenge you to find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary! Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source. Happy writing!

Still working on my day 17 on NaPoWriMo’s day 20. >_<
Arghh! Busy days!! Writer’s block and procrastination aren’t helping either. *TEARS*
So here’s a little something inspired by GoT’s High Valyrian language and a suicide I’ve read in the paper this morning.

Ironborn: then, now, and for always

FFfAW 1“Fascinating, isn’t she?” said a voice stirring her thoughts.

The balmy summer breeze is a complete contrast to the humid atmosphere as Maya stared at the Casterly Rock.

“Father.” She smiled.

He stood up on the edge of the balcony’s railing and swung his legs over and sat on it. “I see you fancy the view, eyeing on the still and crisp scenery, a penny for your thought my dear?”

“They said that place was a holocaust. Bones and flesh of the infamous Greyjoy family, butchered and mangled, lay in ashes in the ruins of Casterly Rock. Is it true?” she asked.

“A boy did escape, that, they didn’t know.” He stared. “The boy traveled the vast oceans, learning how to read and write, studying the conduct of chivalry and courtesy, understanding the mysteries of faith, and dressing in silk and velvet. A new man he became but when you look into his eyes the sea will always be there—cold, grey, and brutal.”

“I’d like to meet him in this lifetime.”

“Oh dear, you already did.”

Here’s my 177 word story for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. It is actually my first try and I find the dare really fun. 🙂

PS. When I first saw the photo, GoT came into mind in a heartbeat and ,yes, I just have to pep it up.

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