They Flow Like Whispers

They flow like whispers through the depths of time, With a form that suggests a motion in rhyme They're from another age and place, to achieve their goal they now do race Through timeless mists their tale is lost, But when they appear fear feels like frost Born of darkness and of night, Few true can hold their fearsome sight Their dark lord is vanquished in tales of old, Though still they run under moonlight cold For should they win on the battle field Despair and pain they will surely wield And soon will find on the battle plain The forces arrayed in mail and chain Our goal of goodness to win the day To keep the Others at hold and at bay. And hope still rides on an ancient sword And on a boy who is carried toward A destiny that will turn the tide