I see you still upon your star-patterned path
A banner ever-burning
On snow-dusted sighs I hear your laugh
From Aetherius adjourning.
You're like Secunda's light on my nose hoop here
Unobtrusively allusive
I withdraw more every passing year
Under summer's sun, reclusive.
If I could remake you from your stars
Or form you of the moons
To return to Nirn that joy of ours
Would I soar so high so soon?
To feel your breath just one last time
Or taste you on my tongue
For my Paravant, resplendent, fine
Would I render every song unsung?
To pieces I would smash my mail
Or gore the world upon my horns
To bear you aloft in blizzard or gale
I would fly until life's final morn.
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@Karver So wait, does that me... more
Anyway, vivid as always, Phil. As always when you're writing about your favourite triangle. Maybe the Bull will see his Al-Esh once again.
Anyway, vivid as always, Phil. As always when you're writing about your favourite triangle. Maybe the Bull will see his Al-Esh once again.
Great poem, Phil. Those three are easily my favorites.