The Oranges Are In Bloom- A poem from an Altmer conscipt

• Posted by Accursed February 25, 2016 - 2,189 views

  The oranges are in bloom.

  At least, I think they are.

  It's been months since my departure

  With a blade instead of broom.

  The children are playing on beaches.

  Well, I think it is so.

  I have no way to know as it seems to be years

  Since my leaving on Altmer barges.

  The birds are beginning to breed.

  Or, so I believe.

  The waves of the soldiers know no reprieve

  As we march without a trusty steed.

  The oranges are in bloom.

  How I miss my homeland green

  With it's peaceful and lovely scenes;

  And me, with my broom.

  Alinor is lost to me

  As I fight and wound and kill and plea

  As men are cut down at the knee

  And we destroy the Empire lean.

  The oranges are in bloom.

  They will carry me home

  With their scent:

  Until it mixes with the smoke.

  All is lost.

  We are changed.

  The war is unrelenting.

  Yet the oranges are still in bloom.