Rude and Sordid Ploys
Fire
Raging fire
Assailed the city walls
Fire raging fire
The city doomed to fall.
A storm brewed
On the horizon
A storm made of men
This maelstrom crude
And loyal to the General’s every whim.
The General
On his mighty horse
His white-like-lightning steed,
Gave away the orders
To take no worried heed
And listen on no pleading
To lop of the heads and leave the streets bleeding
He had been wanting, needing
To see these Stormcloaks dead.
The men seemed to take notice
Of the General’s ruthless order
And though they bled reluctance
They followed it, that rude and sordid
Action, they killed the men and the boys
The women and children victim to
Merciless ploys of a man who had once been a boy
And had once played in the meadows the same,
But instead of flowers he now picked up poison,
And lit up the city with flame.
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