Chapter 1: The Winds of Winter
A/N: What I think will happen in the sixth book, in poetic form. Hope to continue this, either with the canon books, or with a new story entirely, depending on reader enthusiasm. Suggestions will be appreciated.
Plagues shall diffuse - spread by greyscale-filled hands -
Throughout the Storm lord's lands and Dornish sands
Yunkai will fall; Mantarys, Pentos bake,
Braavos will speedy peace with Dany make
Winterfell's bastard with a fatal wound
Will own Lightbringer that was dearly found;
Nymeria's mistress, with a lethal blade,
Will be death's bringer as a Faceless Maid
Night's King will return; before Night can end
Many a new watch will begin and end
Joramun's magic will bring down the Wall
And make all Westeros one weeping ball
Jamie will survive corpse Cat's dreadful might
And become the kingdom's lone, truest knight.
Frey's twin towers will end up under the rill
The North and Stoneheart: they remember still.
Harrenhal's new lord, and the chief of spies
Will play to determine who lives, who dies;
Over chess they will trade many a blow,
Both stars will rise too high then fall too low
Ramsay will die in snow, and Theon at sea
Stannis by Lightbringer, and Roose at tea
Myrcella, Tommen, the lady of flakes
Will taste the venom of vengeful sand snakes
Cersei shall weep red blood; without a word
She will expire by the valonqar's sword;
Tyrion will find out where whores really flock,
Then exchange Tysha for Casterly Rock
Dragon, griffin, white wolf? Only one lives
Melisandre gives herself, Asha reaves.
The coming war will desolation bring
Those who survive the night can dream of spring.