...If you're Dovah-Keen then match my roar!
Oh holy throat, white-topped peak
Where words float and the the sky does speak
Wrapped in mist's cloak, humble, not weak
Home of folk with their own mystique.
Looking down at events beneath
A shared frown at war's bared teeth
The Jagged Crown found by a warrior thief
While death's gown falls over fair Falkreath.
When peace's day turns to steely night
People pray or cower in fright
And bodies lay to fester, bloat and blight
Grey beards sway, mourning innocence's light.
Ur mum. Bring it. ;)
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...If you're Dovah-Keen then match my roar!
Oh holy throat, white-topped peak
Where words float and the the sky does speak
Wrapped in mist's cloak, humble, not weak
Home of folk with their own mystique.
Looking down at events beneath
A shared frown at war's bared teeth
The Jagged Crown found by a warrior thief
While death's gown falls over fair Falkreath.
When peace's day turns to steely night
People pray or cower in fright
And bodies lay to fester, bloat and blight
Grey beards sway, mourning innocence's light.
Ur mum. Bring it. ;)
X
Oh holy throat, white-topped peak
Oh why but there? It looks so bleak.
Where words float and the the sky does speak
I'd shout too in a world with neigher Oak or Teak
Wrapped in mist's cloak, humble, not weak
Cloaks of grey but 'tis prey of fur I seek.
Home of folk with their own mystique.
Words of power but man so meek.
Looking down at events beneath
But to live without grass is pure disbelief
A shared frown at war's bared teeth
Yet below its the wolf's trodden paws in the heath
The Jagged Crown found by a warrior thief
But the riches of the world aren't truly found beneath.
While death's gown falls over fair Falkreath.
Ha! The whole of Skyrim to the werewolf bequeath
When peace's day turns to steely night
The power of the moon fills the beast with might
People pray or cower in fright
Lest a darkness, a shaddow prowls into their sight
And bodies lay to fester, bloat and blight
This isn't the way when a wolf pack fight
Grey beards sway, mourning innocence's light
Howls THAT for a Werewolf's Bite!!!
Brought it and stayed for lunch !!!!!
Oh holy throat, white-topped peak
Oh why but there? It looks so bleak.
Where words float and the the sky does speak
I'd shout too in a world with neigher Oak or Teak
Wrapped in mist's cloak, humble, not weak
Cloaks of grey but 'tis prey of fur I seek.
Home of folk with their own mystique.
Words of power but man so meek.
Looking down at events beneath
But to live without grass is pure disbelief
A shared frown at war's bared teeth
Yet below its the wolf's trodden paws in the heath
The Jagged Crown found by a warrior thief
But the riches of the world aren't truly found beneath.
While death's gown falls over fair Falkreath.
Ha! The whole of Skyrim to the werewolf bequeath
When peace's day turns to steely night
The power of the moon fills the beast with might
People pray or cower in fright
Lest a darkness, a shaddow prowls into their sight
And bodies lay to fester, bloat and blight
This isn't the way when a wolf pack fight
Grey beards sway, mourning innocence's light
Howls THAT for a Werewolf's Bite!!!
Brought it and stayed for lunch !!!!!
Those that do not feel, lie
Those that do not feel, cry
Those that do not feel, die.
You believe I weave this tale for jokes and merit
I tell you that it is not the case, I swear it.
I say such things because they ring with truths.
Those that do not feel lie, cry and die like everyone else.
They chose to live how they want,
But all for not.
For they have no choice but to live as ordinary beings live.
Those that do not feel, lie
Those that do not feel, cry
Those that do not feel, die.
You believe I weave this tale for jokes and merit
I tell you that it is not the case, I swear it.
I say such things because they ring with truths.
Those that do not feel lie, cry and die like everyone else.
They chose to live how they want,
But all for not.
For they have no choice but to live as ordinary beings live.
The godly world-eater, black with piercing red eyes
He will be slaughter, for soon the Hero mobilizes
The Dragon shouts Kyne's daughter, and she replies
She stood tall at the altar, as the God ready her demise.
Old heroes heard the North, and dropped their meals
For they knew what came forth, the dragons unseals
The End is a fourth, and soon the Gods reveals
To the North, they saw the ordeals.
They battled the winged devil, and he was wounded
Their voices soon became songful, for he was defeated
Then Sovngarde became blissful, and they all toasted
Shor's throne was than settle, with all being boasted
The godly world-eater, black with piercing red eyes
He will be slaughter, for soon the Hero mobilizes
The Dragon shouts Kyne's daughter, and she replies
She stood tall at the altar, as the God ready her demise.
Old heroes heard the North, and dropped their meals
For they knew what came forth, the dragons unseals
The End is a fourth, and soon the Gods reveals
To the North, they saw the ordeals.
They battled the winged devil, and he was wounded
Their voices soon became songful, for he was defeated
Then Sovngarde became blissful, and they all toasted
Shor's throne was than settle, with all being boasted
A Sonnet to My Three Least Favorite Fetchers:
Imperial imposters, oh so vile,
Who wander Skyrim in their pack of three.
Who hide behind their smugly wolfish smiles,
And shake down unsuspecting folk like me.
I see them coming; I know what they want.
A trumped up tax of some sort or other.
But they shamelessly come as if to flaunt
The fact I just want to find some cover.
Were I a warrior, they'd feel my ire,
With brawn and with steel I'd run them all through.
Or a mage whose wrath was all wreathed in fire,
They'd wet themselves and not know what to do.
Alas, they got the drop on this poor thief.
I'm forced to run to keep their contact brief.
(Actually, I quicksave and play over and over till I get lucky and end those three sons of perdition with my low level thief xD)
A Sonnet to My Three Least Favorite Fetchers:
Imperial imposters, oh so vile,
Who wander Skyrim in their pack of three.
Who hide behind their smugly wolfish smiles,
And shake down unsuspecting folk like me.
I see them coming; I know what they want.
A trumped up tax of some sort or other.
But they shamelessly come as if to flaunt
The fact I just want to find some cover.
Were I a warrior, they'd feel my ire,
With brawn and with steel I'd run them all through.
Or a mage whose wrath was all wreathed in fire,
They'd wet themselves and not know what to do.
Alas, they got the drop on this poor thief.
I'm forced to run to keep their contact brief.
(Actually, I quicksave and play over and over till I get lucky and end those three sons of perdition with my low level thief xD)
Out in the smoke and flame
Arisen new, a cause shan't be tamed
Blood and fire arrives throughout the streets
For the sake of liberty
And while they may make their jokes and terrible threats
Do know, the sons and daughters do not forget
And unlike the milk drinking pansies that make empty claims,
Stormcloaks know how to win the game
Their leader, the one of few to act as a man
Has challenged the dormant Empire on his land
And not an Imperial will survive, nor a Thalmor imbecile,
Will survive a rebellion that is anything but typical
Out in the smoke and flame
Arisen new, a cause shan't be tamed
Blood and fire arrives throughout the streets
For the sake of liberty
And while they may make their jokes and terrible threats
Do know, the sons and daughters do not forget
And unlike the milk drinking pansies that make empty claims,
Stormcloaks know how to win the game
Their leader, the one of few to act as a man
Has challenged the dormant Empire on his land
And not an Imperial will survive, nor a Thalmor imbecile,
Will survive a rebellion that is anything but typical
The Last Blade said:
:) I have tasted of your voice! Resume your meal with heart at ease, Northborn Blade, you are in worthy company. Sotek's passing the dragon dip around.
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:) I have tasted of your voice! Resume your meal with heart at ease, Northborn Blade, you are in worthy company. Sotek's passing the dragon dip around.
ShinJin said:...
Bonus points for a ditty about a random encounter (right..?), DovahJin! :D
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Bonus points for a ditty about a random encounter (right..?), DovahJin! :D