[ WP ] In a world where wordplay has replaced swordplay , tell of the disstroyers , the sarcasters , and the Grim Rapper

Winterspell had always been cold this time of the year. The winds bit the walls through and through and even the hot springs took on a chill. Leaddard Stark had been praying in the God's Wood. Sharpening his number. 2 as he always does after a be-read-ing. He read the traitor his rights then slaid him with his clean verse. It had always been said that Valyrian Spiel was sharper than normal verse. The man had betrayed his vows to Castle Black and the Men of the Writes A Lot. Therefore, Leaddard sat him down and spoke, 
 
 `` 
 When you try to recite verse/ 
 I hear your fat mouth humming/ 
 But now you'll listen up here/ 
 Winterrupting is coming. 
 
 You betrayed your sacred vows/ 
 And the Men of The Writes A Lot/ 
 But now you'll answer to me/ 
 A man who fights with thought. 
 
 I'm the master of prose/ 
 I have a son who grows and grows/ 
 Who's flow's so chill it froze/ 
 This verse will be Jon Snow's 
 
 So bow down your head/ 
 I've gone through, I've read/ 
 All the words that you've said/ 
 Now execution, you're dead 
 `` 
 
 
 

