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