A/N: Here's a poem I wrote about a year and a half ago about The Grey King. It's basically a summary of the story in poem form. Enjoy!
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Sent to Wales
to convalesce
from hepatitis
Forgot who he is
and why
he was really there
Until he met
a strange dog
with silver eyes,
eyes that see the wind
And a stranger boy
albino, with the eyes
of an owl
Everything came back
Then a fire on the mountain
led to the harp of gold
which when played
will wake the Sleepers
"oldest of the old"
But then Bran's dog
gets blamed for the
foxes of the Grey King's work
Cafall gets shot full in chest
and breathes his last
Now Will is alone in his quest
until another dog is in danger
of the same fate
caused by the same blame
It's then Bran discovers
his true self:
He the Pendragon,
son of Arthur
brought out of the past
to live in the future
The gentle melodies
of the priceless golden harp
awaken the Sleepers
and Will completes his quest
despite the best efforts
of the Grey King
