Kiss at the End

• Posted by Paws February 26, 2016 - 1,205 views

  My soul ascended up like smoke on the wind, lifted as if on the backs of birds, a final kiss from Kyne.

  At height I paused to look down at the fighting of my kin, my spirit peaceful as it observed the pallid corpse of mine.

  White and pale, gleaming on blood red snow, my eyes were glass and unseeing, to Sovngarde I go.

  The rending of flesh from bone below as brothers fought former friends, seemed so tragic, such a waste, as yet more men were laid low.

  The swords and axes rose and fell, doing their grisly work, fighting and dying, ravens crying, more eyes lost their glow. 

  I could hear the sound of song and laughter resounding from the Hall of Valour but tarried for a while I did, before leaving life behind.

  Reflecting on the brutal war, the sickness of mankind, my ghost quiet and still as I watched the battle's bloody grind.

  If I could change just one thing from life it would be for something pure, to join the healing temple of Mara, Handmaiden, loving, kind.

  To heal the land of fair Skyrim, rather than adding to its pain instead, I would chose this life of tender mercy over bitter regrets of the dead. 

  One more challenge lay ahead as I shrugged off my mortal veil, leaving the bodies of the fallen behind, lifeless, still and pale.

  On the Whale Bone Bridge, one final fight, one last test of mortal might, to face the trial of Shieldthane Tsun before Hero's End and earned respite.

  So up I soared into moonless night, a shade or wraith, unnoticed, slight. To Sovngarde I go to sing of my kinsmen brave, my soul to mend.

  On the backs of birds I soared, leaving behind my shield and sword, to Heart's Rest of my own accord by the Grace of Kyne, Kiss at the End.