Unahzaalrovaan


Had I known, Had I foreseen,
but gelid wind froze the screen.
I kept my eyes cast down in shame
for a crime with ambiguous blame.

The razor rocks drifted in haze;
my soul held in a terror daze
of the fathomless voice that reigned
from the distance went unexplained.

Saved by the end of the world:
the deathless black wings unfurled
hurling Armageddon from the sky,
without enemy, and my only ally.

The Nords carved into stone
the legend, the myth they thought gone.
Pride was great, yet fled they the spire
As fading denial manifest as ash and fire.

I strode into battle with no chance.
Drove the blade with savage trance
through the forgotten mythical age
onto the scroll of modern page.

I had defeated that first of many:
A dragon, of few became plenty.
Voices from the highest high descend
"Dovahkiin", to our hall transcend!

There I found the rift.
Why I had my unique gift.
The role I had to play.
Borrowed time, must repay.

I sundered through forests cold.
Frost bitten desert, deadly wold.
To various silent halls
collecting jeweled claws.

And often there stood a priest
For a religion that death had leased
all eternity; they had to serve in blasphemy
those winged gods who gave men morality.

Bleak were those cutting chill chasms,
the dead still walk, it gave me spasms.
Their eyes aglow, swords still sharp on briast
as they were day they were laid to rest.

The Blades demand the traitor's bone.
No amount of good deeds can atone
For those crimes against man and mer,
And the daedra, a silent demur.

With no help but my own thu'um
I reshaped the world and the gloom.
The Thalmor bled onto my blade
So did Imperial/Stormcloak who strayed.

I wept with cyan tears beneath
Dwemer ruins deep and wreath
To claim a prize puzzle bound
Held 4,000 years sound.

Ancient chains bound Odahviing.
The winged snow hunter will bring
the nameless warrior to Sovngarde
For which all living things are barred.

There I slew the World Eater
My victory; fate would say cheater!
Still, I walked with my fathers kin
And I would do it all over again.

I retreat to my home in Solitude.
The Blue Palace, metaphor for mood.
I'm awaiting the arrival of eternal night,
And to those shores, my carnal delight.