In the castle's shadowed halls, where secrets dwell and scheme,
A tale of power and betrayal, a different, haunting theme,
A house of silver serpents, their ambitions running deep,
Their song, a deadly melody, in darkened secrets they keep.

They sought a rival's fortune, to claim it for their own,
A game of thrones, where lies and deceit were cunningly sown,
Their target, a house of the moon, with dreams of peace and grace,
Intrigue and whispered plots, in a treacherous embrace.

When the silver serpents struck, the moon's light began to wane,
In a dance of shadows and venom, a legacy of pain,
Their enemy, their hearts did break, as the castle walls grew cold,
In the haunting melody of betrayal, the chilling story told.

But in the end, a twist of fate, a hidden spark of light,
A survivor from the moon's house, prepared to stand and fight,
The silver serpents' grip did slip, their venom turned to ash,
The legacy of betrayal, in a different tune did clash.

So in these shadowed halls, where treachery knows no end,
Beware the whispers, the dark designs, where rivalries transcend,
For in the song of secret plots, in a twisted, chilling theme,
The legacy of betrayal lives on, as in Castamere's haunting dream.
© Folkland