The Rains of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

A friend of mine asked me to start blogging in Medium.com with something that is close to my heart. And here I am, starting with a song, which is my daily alarm, my ringtone, my caller tune, my favorite playlist track…

Search no more, folks! I am here. ;)

-Lekha

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