The Towerless Lord, by Vorcil
Many an ode has this one written,
no one replies, my heart has been smitten;
Poetic writings, each word will climb,
three six then seven, gods want it to rhyme.
Here are my writings, old not to say,
read them all right now, turning in graves;
Lost and alone now, Aetherial gloom,
Mundus not smiling, impending doom.
Towerless landscape, each one is gone,
dragonless heart stone, arrowless throne.
Calling the builders, crystal and stone,
falling through star net, time to go home.
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Some more of my Black books
http://forums.elderscrollsonline.com/en/discussion/234198/how-dare-you
Maybe I should post them here