197.365 - song for Jon Snow

          You know nothing, Jon Snow.
          Jon Snow, you know nothing.
                     George R. R. Martin

I am white, Jon Snow, white as the snow you walk on.
I am old, Jon Snow, almost as old as that snow.
I live in another world, Jon Snow, where Death is almost as whimsical,
and life, Jon Snow, does not know its value until it’s nearly gone.
Like you, I am privileged, Jon Snow, like you I barely see it
until someone rubs my face in it, Jon Snow, and leaves me snow-burned.

We look and see and see and look, Jon Snow, and overlook the shadows.
Our worlds hide miles of darkness, Jon Snow, in those shadows.
Enough that armies can slip through them, Jon Snow, while we look and see.
Enough that blood can drain for days, Jon Snow, and barely stain the snow.
Like you, I am ignorant, Jon Snow, knowing all I ever needed to
and not nearly enough, Jon Snow, not nearly enough.