The daughter of Old Valyria

With eyes of purple flame

And starlight in her hair

Targaryen blood

The First, the last

She rides on onyx wings

Queen Across the Water

She covets the Iron Throne

Three dragons at her back

Stormborn, a child of smokey darkness

Born to lead in Light

Fire and Blood in her heart

A maiden, a mother, a widow

She loses all she loves

But lands, and riches, titles

They come,

Rush to meet her face

Bought and sold like cattle

She lives to free the slaves

Naive and young, she may be

But Queen to all she saves