The First Men

“Hard men for a hard land,” I heard you say.

It might be so: who can say for sure, now

that there is no longer even dust left

of them to erode: even their cold blades

have worn dull at the oil-stone of time.

 

And yet, it is like as not that a flight

South would not have thawed or softened them.

It is nearer the mark to say that the

land’s evil grew up out of close contact

with them, and thus, the men begot the land.

 

 

Can you tell I’ve been reading A Song of Ice and Fire?

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