The Rains of Castamere (Piano)

     The sky was hidden by a sheet of sticky fog from the morning’s rain, dark clouds just behind it threatening for another night of storms with thunder and rain. After sharing a stolen bottle of ale from tavern of your brother, you stumble into the old chapel just east of the village.
   
     The soul that follows you inside has only known you for a couple of moons, but with the pungent liquor still thick in their throat, they follow you into the church where piano carved by withering bastard sits to the left of the alter. The two of you sit on the bench, gasping when it tilts slightly from the weight of you both but managing to still keep you both upright. Their fingers touch the dusty keys of the instrument after you accept the bottle of ale they hold out for you to grab by the bottleneck.

     As you tip back your head to take a swig, they play a melody you didn’t know you had heard tales about. A tale of impending doom; of power and merciless judgement.