Endless nights and darkened days
Is all I see when I open my eyes and see no gods for whom to pray
I ask myself is it worth all this
Or should I give myself a deathly kiss
I no longer know who I am
They call me Dog, maybe their right cus I don’t feel like a man
All I see is fire and think of how I ran
She saw within me a noble light
All I can think of is a kiss that didn’t happen on that fiery night
She haunts my dreams and my waking thoughts
Her smile as beautiful as the songs a child is taught
Never before have I felt this way
Never before was Love a word I would say
Death is all I know and all I love
But for her I will change my life and try to forget all I have done
I will find her if I must search a thousand years
I will even walk through fire to save her and conquer my fears
For she is the only happiness I have ever known
I shall not rest till she is safe again in her home
I would give anything for just one kiss
It would give me a lifetime full of only bliss
But I will be happy if she gives me only a kind word
Because I will forever secretly love my Little Bird 

by ICE CROW

“MOTHER DEAR STARK”

Ugh!  Just see all the undead people!
Ugh!  Just see all those creepy people!

Lady Catelyn holds a blade to the throat of a fool called J. Frey.
She makes them pay.

Mother Dear Stark is then cut with a sharp knife against her bare throat.
Her corpse does float!

All the undead people.
Why do they look so glum?

All the ghostly people.
Go back to where you’re from!

Dead Lady Stoneheart rises up after Beric’s hot kiss on her lips.
No funny quips!

Lord Dondarion is just as dead but he keeps his own name.
Is this a game?

All the undead people.
Why do they look so glum?

All the ghostly people.
Go back to where you’re from!

Ugh!  Just see all the undead people!
Ugh!  Just see all those creepy people!

Jaqen H’ghar changes his face with magic through a god with a long name.
He’s not the same.

Sandor Clegane once was a dog who served a king who called him the Hound.
Has he been found?

All the undead people.
Why do they look so glum?

All the ghostly people.
Go back to where you’re from!

by evita mgfs

“He’s A Hound”

From
“LADY AND THE HOUND”

As Sung By SANSA STARK

SANSA STARK

He’s the Hound.
But I love him.
Heartbreak bound
All the day.

He’s the Hound.
I adore him.
Love I’ve found.
I am gay!

He’s a tramp.
He’s a scoundrel.
He’s a vamp.
He’s a cad.

He’s a Hound.
But I love him.
I’ve got it bad
He makes me sad.
He may be a pup,
I won’t give him up.

He makes me see double.
He causes me
Nothing but trouble.

But he’s my
Cup of tea.

He’s a Hound.
He’s my lover.
Not much more
To say.

He’s my Hound.
And he’s a good man.
I wish he’d travel my way.
And I wish he’d stay.

by evita mgfs

“ALL ALONE” by SANSA STARK

At night I am alone again.
To Sandor I turn to.
He’s who I go to.
With all my hope.
He is my friend.
The burned face
I say hello to.

And when the dark is near,
I make believe Sandor is here.

Sometimes when I’m alone at night,
I fear everybody hears me weeping.
I think of Sandor,
And then I am happy.
And I do not worry about sleeping.
The Eyrie goes to bed,
Then I dream inside my head.

All alone
Dreaming my Hound’s beside me.
He’s my own.
I talk with him till morning.
Without him,
I wear his cloak around me.
At  night I go to bed, close my eyes
Until he’s found me.

In the dark, his eyes shine like silver.
The  lights dance as if upon a river.
In the dark, he fills my room with starlight.
I see Sandor and me forever and forever.

And I know he lives only in my mind.
That only in my mind I talk to him.
In my heart, I know that he is kind.
Oh dear gods, find a way for us!
I love him!
But when the night is over.
He is gone.
My days are filled with longing.
With him
In my arms  he is a belonging.
My life is filled with dangers
The Eyrie is housed with strangers
I love him!
But I am slowly learning.
That my love
Will always go on burning
Without him,
My world will keep on turning.
And my world he keeps on spurning.
The Hound’s love is like one I’ve never known.

I love him!
I love him!
I love him!
Only when I’m alone.

by evita mgfs

I walk the walls of King’s Landing,
At night, and in the day,
Walls, that keep me here,
Walls that make me stay.

I walk the steps here everywhere,
In darkness and in light,
A quiet dog who roams around,
Many a steep and dang’rous flight.

And after dusk and ‘fore dawn,
The rooftops bekon me,
The sun does fall, the sun does rise,
And many a thing I see.

Others wander the night as well,
But none know who know my ways,
I can hide in shadows’ arms,
For the moon can shine it’s rays.

And when I’ve played my silent game,
Wondrous things I’ve seen,
Men and women walk the night,
Thinking that they’re unseen.

For like the Hound they’ve named me for,
I can find my prey,
Whether lord or serf or someone else,
Or just a bird, let’s say.

For once I’ve been won, I’m a loyal dog,
Who’ll guard your castle and hearth,
And of course, any gilded cage,
That holds what’s of greatest worth.

So every night I walk and watch
And stand quiet in places I’ve found,
And know my value is without match
To one who needs this Hound.

by Fragile Bird

“Do you even know what honour is?”
The Blackfish snorted in my face
A horse, I thought
And a fish should know his place

You judge as if you’re perfect
You all scream and curse
There are no men like me
But there could be worse

Bugger your ribbons
Shove your swords up your arses
A knight’s a sword with a horse
I’m sick of mummer’s farces

I may be a murderer, and
You’re so different, you think?
Kill me, but don’t stand there
Like your shit don’t stink

I may be a young girl
I know little of the ways of war
But I’ve had my share of heartache
I’ve spread my share of gore

I’ve done some tasteless things
Taken with blood and fire
But I was reborn anew
When I walked out from the pyre

Watching is not seeing, dead girl
But I’m not really dead
I’ve killed many a man
Seen my father lose his head

Am I really a villain?
When did I change from a girl?
An innocent of war
Surviving in this world

I can cast a large shadow
For a very small man
I try my very best but things
Don’t always go to plan

I’ve done some horrible things
But I’ve been trying to survive
I haven’t had it easy
Between sisters, fathers and wives.

by Dracarya

One gift is all he asked of me,
One gift, to end his pains,
One final gift, that of mercy,
When naught but death remains.

He lay right there, beneath the tree,
And with pained words he pleads,
But he will receive no sympathy,
Save justice as he bleeds.

I stand above the dying man,
And judge him for his sins,
Accusing him of all I can,
As my new life begins.

I take the horse, and ride away,
The Hound can die alone,
And feel each second of the day,
Drag on like steel on bone.

For mercy is a gift of good,
Not fit for evil men,
I did the only thing I should,
Leaving him there and then.

The sunset marks his lonely grave,
A dog, not to be missed,
And with the gift I never gave,
Means one less name to list.

by All Men Must Rhyme

This is the game we play
When in the beds of kings we lay.

The king fills me with dread
When ‘leave her face’ he said
They beat my body instead
Blood covers my dress in red.

Back to my chamber I fled
I lay sobbing on my bed
A monster comforts me instead
His face burned and twisted.

It’d be a blessing, to see you dead
One day to the king I foolishly said
His guard beat me about the head
Anyone else I’d love to wed.

Now carefully I do tread
Down this path I’ve been led
Since the day I first bled
I’ve lived my life in dread.

This is the game we play
When in the beds of kings we lay.

by Dracarya

What are you gonna do when the Hound is coming, Mycah? Run with the wolves!

What are you gonna do when the Hound is coming?
What are you gonna do when the Hound is coming?

You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves while I hunt like a Hound
You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves, shout it out loud

You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves while I hunt like a Hound
You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves, shout it out loud

You run, you run with the Wolves
You run with the Wolves

You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves while I hunt like a Hound
You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves, shout it out loud

You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves while I hunt like a Hound
You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves, shout it out loud

What are you gonna do when the Hound is coming?
What are you gonna do when the Hound is coming?
What are you gonna do when the Hound is coming?
What are you gonna do?

You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves while I hunt like a Hound
You’re a muck that’s why I had to cut you down
You run with the Wolves, shout it out loud

You ran, you ran with the Wolves
You ran, you ran with the Wolves
You ran, you ran with the Wolves
You ran, you ran with the Wolves
You ran, you ran with the Wolves
You ran 

by Dracarya

Sandor, the hound, can make Sansa think
Even though his breath may stink
She touches his marred cheek gently
His bloodied cloak he leaves her, lamentably 

by servethe_Realm

The Hound from the books
First line, I was hooked.
Shrewd notes his skill,
And he fights for the kill.
From every page
I could feel his rage,
Imagine smell of wine…
Well, I loved every line.

Now, in the show,
Hmm I don`t know…
Like a sad old bear,
Whom does he scare?
So, maybe I`m blind,
And my senses all lie,
I see no hate in his eyes
No rage and fire inside….

by Only Me

A little bird, all frail and shy,
in sleepless nights oft does sigh:
“Oh, had I that time gone with him,
I wish I did now, we’d make a good team.”

A fierce wild Hound, with honour bound
to his wolfgirl  makes a sound:
“I should have taken her with me -
every life is better than with the Imp would be.”

by Buckwheat

Valar Morghulis

A dragon on Ser Loras with the green-and-gold shield,
to whom many a maid would willingly yield!

A stag on Ser Jaime with blazing green eyes,
in which there are many Lannister lies!

A copper on no-ser, angry burned Hound,
who to his Little Bird is by honour bound!

And my silken scarf to Ser Grumpkin Ahai,
so it will flatter high in the sky,
when he has it bound on his sharp and long lance,
and after the tourney, with me he will dance!

By Buckwheat