Times have changed,
And we've often all gone to war,
Since the Septims became no more,
When the Daedra knocked on their door.
If today, Any god they trapped in a gem,
'Stead of turning on Walking-Brass,
Walking-Brass would turn on them.
In olden days, a Ruby Legion
could conquer an elven region,
but Talos knows,
Anything goes.
Good wizards too, who once made shielding spells
Now only use dual-wielding spells
or summoned bows,
Anything goes.
The Septims are dead today,
and there's dread today,
and the elves today,
love themselves today.
When most Nords today,
are casting Wards today,
and are wearing any clothes
And though I have no high opinion,
Of elves and their new Dominion
The Great War shows,
Anything goes.
The treaty terms were quite ridiculous
The elves are so meticulous
But Ulfric shows,
Anything goes.
Though Forsworn in the Reach are terrible,
The Nords were quite unbearable,
So tensions rose,
Anything goes.
If iron greaves you like,
And good thieves you like,
And mad gods you like,
And slim odds you like,
If sweet rolls you like,
Or Elder Scrolls you like,
Well Oblivion froze.
And if you ask Hermaeus Mora
He'll give you a Dragon aura
And perks you chose, Anything goes!
(there's still fifteen minutes left of April Fools' day here in AZ. Mods can do what they please with this thread tomorrow. I love you all.)