Back then...

  • Back then, everything was sort of simplistic,

    Back then, everything was sort of easy to deal with,

    Until it happened.

    We, my mother, father and me, gave ourselves to the Daedric lord Molag Bal.

    Then everything became complicated,

    Then everything became hard to deal with.

    My father became far harder to deal with,

    He became absorbed in an obscure prophecy.

    My mother and I didn’t want a war with the rest of the world,

    So I was hidden away from everything

    And everyone I loved.

    Then, millennium later, I was released from my slumber,

    From my tomb.

    Everything changed over the years,

    Everything I knew was all but gone.

    But as time went on, everything became clear and similar to times of the past.

    This second chance my friend gave me…

    I will not waste it.

    For him.

Comments

2 Comments   |   The Long-Chapper and 1 other like this.
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  October 15, 2016
    Serana, Serana, blood runs so cold.
    Who could have known what fate behold...
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  October 13, 2016
    Nice to see a poem from her perspective