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Shakespear style poem about Cersei Lannister 

O Cersei, daughter of a lion's might,
In gilded halls thou dost thy reign maintain,
With eyes that gleam like stars in darkest night,
Thy heart, once pure, now caught in bitter stain.

Thy beauty fair, like summer’s bloom in spring,
Yet cloaked with secrets twisted, dark, and deep,
Thou play’st the game of thrones, a deadly king,
While all around thee fold and fall and weep.

What treachery doth in thy soul abide?
What furies rage beneath thy royal crown?
A mother’s love, a queen, with heart denied,
Doth shatter lives, and kingdoms crumble down.

For power, thou dost bend the world to thee,
But know, O Queen, that fate is cruel and blind.
The lion’s roar may echo loud and free,
Yet time will steal all that the hand doth bind.

So mark, O Cersei, thy days near their end—
No throne, no crown, no love will thee defend.

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Here's a Cersei Lannister-inspired poem, written in a modern style 

Queen of Shadows

Cold blood in her veins,
Crowned by the flames,
Her name's a whispered curse,
A song of the worst.

Veins thick with gold,
A heart made of stone,
Her empire of lies,
No mercy, no throne.

She watches the world burn,
Her smile’s just a turn,
Every fall is a rise,
For a queen with dead eyes.

Whispers on the wind,
She drinks, never grins,
Her love's a dagger in disguise,
Hidden under her sighs.

A queen without a crown,
She wears a frown—
Chasing power,
Every hour—
'Til it all falls down.

One more:

Cersei's Lullaby

I wear my crown at night,

The city's quiet, but I still fight.
Wine stains my lips,
And the throne feels too tight.

They love me, they hate me,
Does it matter? Not today.
I’ll burn it all down—
Then turn and walk away.

The game’s not over,
But I’m tired, so tired,
Let them see my smile,
Let them think I’m wired.

I loved, I killed,
But it’s all the same.
In the end, we’re all just
Pieces in a game.

I’m a mother, I’m a queen,
I’m a liar, I’m unseen,
But what’s left to feel?
When I’ve burned every bridge.

Cersei’s Anthem

I wear my guilt like a second skin,
It fits too well, I can’t get out of it.
I walk through the halls with my head held high,
But in my chest, there's a scream I can’t deny.

I loved them all—
But they were just shadows,
I burned them all,
Just to stand alone in this sorrow.

The walls whisper my name,
But I’m not afraid anymore,
I’ve killed for this crown,

And I’ll burn every door.

I loved like a fool,
But I rule like a queen,
My throne’s cold,
But at least it’s clean.

You can’t take it,
I’ve already fallen.
I’ll bury it all—
And keep on crawling.

About Aya Stark, modern style Z 

Arya’s Reckoning

I’m not the girl you knew,
I’m not the one who cried,
I sharpened my blade,
And I learned how to hide.

The world’s too big,
But I’m too small to break,
I’ll find my way,
I’ll take, take, take.

I’m not afraid of the dark,
I’ve been living there too long,
The faces change,
But my revenge stays strong.

No promises, no lies,
Just the names I’ll cross off.
I don’t need their love,
I don’t need their loss.

I’ve got my list,
And I’ve got my fate,
You taught me how to love,
But you didn’t teach me hate.

The wolf inside is gone,
But the hunt has just begun,
I’ll walk the line alone,
Until the final night is done.

About Aya Stark Shakespearean-style

Arya's Soliloquy

O, bitter fate, thou art my constant friend,
From innocence, to vengeance now I bend.
My youth was once a gentle, fleeting bloom,
But shadows claimed my soul and sealed my doom.

A list of names, a prayer for every face,
I seek the justice, lost within this race.
The needle sharp, my hand doth steady hold,
As life's cruel winds do blow both fierce and cold.

For who am I, if not a wolf in guise?
The girl I was, to dust her memory dies.
I walk through night, though stars do mock my stride,
No king, no lord, but vengeance as my guide.

O, fleeting joys, ye vanish ‘ere my grasp,
What love I knew, now withered in the past.

I cast aside the warmth that once I knew,
And in its place, the darkness doth pursue.

Yet still, I seek—though none may see my plight—
To right the wrongs, and end this endless fight.
For all that’s lost, for all that I have slain,
This heart shall never rest, nor know sweet gain.