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Hahaha! Battle is joined by the Rogue's loooong winteeeerrr! Indeed you are Dragonborn. Feast with the others :D

The beginings

At level one in a cart I start

Ran through Helgen with beating heart,

At Level two explored Bleaksfall Barrow

Killed some bandits, stocked up with arrows.

At level three the Companions I met.

Dealing with a giant. A dire threat.

At Level four I got past Whiterun's door.

Streets and shops abound to explore.

Now level five a tower suffers dragon attack.

Now the Dragonborn, I can shout dragon back.

Level six I fight Vilkas in Jorrvaskr's yard

This clash of hero's won't be sung by maid or bard

Level seven slay a beast that invaded a home.

No shield brother or sister, Aela sent me alone

level 8 I'm sent with a Companion, Farkas who will watch my back.

Dustman's Cairn's off the bebaten track.

At level nine Companion I am but wait there's more.

Skjol walks me through secret stone door.

Level ten met Aela's form true

Now the blood of the beast my veins runs through.

I didn't spend much time with this. It was a bit of an experiment to see what I come up with.

This lacks the juice for a rhyming war...

Up on the hill, cloudy Whiterun,

seat of Companions, Jorvasskr, hun,

ship upside down in the sun,

oh, what a fun. 

It is a surprise to me, that no one knows,

about the worst secret ever, knees and arrows,

that werewolves lurk around, eating cows,

smell like dogs, everyone knows.

They drink, shit and boast,

tankards of fleas as they toast,

cow's meat as a roast,

their ship far away from coast.

Oh, hear me out, fellow thugs,

because Companions will beat out the smugs,

out of your faces, with no hugs,

for little bit of gold, shrugs. 

Glory and valor also fame, 

full of bullshit they came, 

grey or wolf mane, 

nothing but a shame. 

Glorified mercs, mere sellswords,

with dark secrets and whispered words,

werewolves my friends, unknown to the lords,

their corpses should be hanging, down at the crossroads. 

Honor and gold, Companions,

is a joke, like oranges and onions,

so come good people, take actions,

grab a silver, chase away werewolf factions. 

You can tusk an Orc to sing a companion song.

Tusk the Orc to sing it wrong.

An upsidedown ship, well that is the truth

Songs of old sung through that roof.

Say, what shape are hero's told?

Man mer or beast when evil grows bold.

All for evil to win the good do nought

The Companions are often the first to 'bout

Smells like dogs?

All races smell, true?

Only the unwise or unworthy would dupe 

There's no better scent than 'De Loupe'

Not wanting riches, a few gold is all they ask

For whatever whichever given task

Glory and Valor, such words are true

Do such glories balance in me? In you?

Hang them, Burn them, Pitch fork and slay

But what makes them evil for evil's their prey

If we chase away those who would stand against the dark tide

Who then will watch over Whiterun and strike where evil lords hide?

Listen to me and listen well

Companions not in a living hell

When good factions fight then its only evil who grows stronger

Put up with the wolves a little bit longer

Companions their werewolves but are they to be so rightly fear?

For the residence of Whiterun lay safe with them so near.

I'll end this now. i finish my song.

But I wonder, what faction do YOU belong?

Tusk the Orc to sing it wrong?

Orcs can't sing, only honk.

But they tell good jokes,

about werewolves and stupid folks.

Don't get me wrong, this a hoax,

so allow me to coax,

you and everyone about the truth,

abou foolishness of youth.

Companions are not really my beef,

it's the dogs, pretenders, like a falling leaf,

in a spring, cathing their own tails,

just listen, to the true tales. 

Nothing noble about werewolves,

they´re monsters, thinking about juicy calves,

my friend, don't be a fool,

for all they do is just drool.

Unnatural, unforgiven, untoched by clarity,

when the moon comes out, loosing all humanity,

hunting for blood and sport, 

which isn't human's first resort. 

Indeed, friend, that is true,

a beast through and through,

nothing noble, no valor, 

to kill a man for pleasure.

But what do they say? To remember nothing,

to wake up naked, in the morning,

with no memories of blood and meat,

relieves you of guilt?

Bullshit I say, once and thrice,

whether you know or not, you pay the price.

But it is not about the fear, friend,

it is about the smell, end. 

To argue back and forth by Honk or Howl

Will not answer to whether fair beast or foul.

Not all fights are fights to be had.

Why fight when neither side is bad?

Evil waits for such this chance

When forces of good break eachother's lance

I'll not enter no more this folly,

For I be a good doggie

Werewolves evil, truly bad

But when, howl did this become so rad?

Men far worse than a beast in form

For Man the biggest monster of them all.

Werewolves kill to state their hunger

Man kills for nought but plunder

Men wage wars for their own gain

A Beast of Hircine never feels such a pain.

I leave you now, my paws I tread

I wnder though where man lays his bed.

In thinking its right to kill just because of a furry stride

Is it no wonder in secret the Companions hide

Why fight when neither side is bad?

I believe that this is sad,

if you truly think,

that werewolves deserve that.

What you fail to see, 

is that werewolf is not a noble beast,

when it turns it kills to kill,

lacking its own will. 

It's the curse, you know,

the blood rage that consumes all,

kill to let the blood flow.

So surprising is your gall. 

To call a man worse than beast,

where the former kills to feast,

the other forced by Hircine's curse,

to kill a man like a horse.

Evil has no set form

It's the heart inside that lets evil thoughs swarm.

Is a beast so wrong because it howls not sings?

Are all dragons evil neath their leathery wings?

There are many forms of wrong 

many forms of light

If all werewolves are bad because of some 

then who has survivors right?

Orc, Man Mer, each one ,

each race has some the rest disdain.

So go kill the wolf the beast 

but then you'll kill the rest

Man against elf, Ork agaist Mer

Untill there's no one left

This will happen if you open that door

The one you see by ignoring a friendly paw.

May I ask we both withdraw?

Neither one been beaten?

It wil give others a chance 

Besides the moon is down and I've recently eaten...

*Jaw drops at the epic power displayed*