He was not the perfect glove she yearned for. Yet, somehow, he fit her well, And never let go of her hand.
He was a sweet giant Called Hodor, Who could only say One word, "Hodor." But it was all that was needed. Hodor. Hodor. Strong in the built, Weak in the mind, Softer still in the heart, He made up completely With his loyalty. Hodor. Hodor. As we cried, He held the door. As he died, [...]