My Ode to Greaves, the missing armor. ( A poem)

  • Where are you greaves, protector of knee and shin?

    Protecting the flesh and bone within.

    Arrows to the knee, daggers to the heart.

    Civil war tearing this world apart.

    Does Tullius have greaves? (No!)

    Does Ulfric have greaves? (No!)

    Then what kind of leaders are they?

    Whether Ratway bastard or true nord master  

    Nobody's knees are safe!

    Where are the smiths? With talents and gifts?

    To make these people pants?

    Armor and woe are now Skyrim's foes

    now that the greaves are gone.

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  • Ten-jel fas
    Ten-jel fas   ·  May 26, 2014
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  May 10, 2014