The Dance of the Thundernach

  • Absorb the starlight, embrace the moon!

    The ever-tanking mage's doom.

    Taking in a dragon's thu'um,

    Soul's energy's battery fighting gloom.

     

    The Atronach sings a merry tune,

    When spells like flowers blossom and bloom.

     

    After all is given in a final surge,

    When no spells are flung with which to merge,

    Face to face with the inevitable scourge,

    All that remains is a futile urge.

     

    Then the Atronach's Song becomes a dirge,

    When the spirit is empty, played out. Purged.

Comments

2 Comments   |   Meli and 4 others like this.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  December 6, 2016
    I don't know how you come up with so many words that rhyme with each other and still make it sound quite free when you read it. 
    • Paws
      Paws
      The Long-Chapper
      The Long-Chapper
      The Long-Chapper
      I don't know how you come up with so many words that rhyme with each other and still make it sound quite free when you read it. 
        ·  December 7, 2016
      Nor do I. When my magicka is empty I may as well be an ape 'coz all I can do then is throw turds.