Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were roaring in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with life
— I’ve been looping that from The Hobbit trailer for a good fifteen minutes now. It’s the new Rains of Castamere, I tells you. Proof once again that poems in fantasy books are only tolerable if set to music and sung in a gruff base-baritone.