GOT - Inspiron

A flair found they used and abused but it just flaired, 

Always they thought the hut was quiet,
The wind was light,
The sun was bright,

Realisation of night,
Winter was coming that was to fight,
Wanted an army of light from the woods of twilight, 

Fire was every lip's prayer,

Every heart melt for the heat of life, 

Cold was feared and god wasn't, breeze was the foe, and flair became the friend,

Opportunist bastards blamed men and the grateful flair prayed the winter not to end,
Selfish world and selfish nature,
Sustenance was the reason of every aspect to treason.