I DREAMT OF SWORDS LAST NIGHT

If Brienne of Tarth should die in the end, I hope she meets a worthy end on the battlefield, having fought until the bitter end.
Thus, I dedicate to her and her Lannister half the following poem, translated by myself:

The Shieldmaiden

(I Dreamt of Swords Last Night)

by Karin Boye

translated from the Swedish by Sandra Dermark

I dreamt of swords last night.

I dreamt of battle last night.

I dreamt that I fought by your side,

armoured and strong, last night.

And lightning flashed hard in your hand,

and enemies fell at your feet.

Our closely-knit band sang and advanced,

the darkness would know defeat.

I dreamt of blood last night.

I dreamt of death last night.

I dreamt that I fell by your side,

fatally wounded, last night.

You didn't notice that I fell.

Your face did serious stay.

Your steady hand then held my shield,

and you kept onward, on your way.

I dreamt of fire last night.

I dreamt of roses last night.

I dreamt that my death was fair and was good:

thus did I dream last night.