A man,
A weapon,
An armor,
This forms a warrior.
A man,
That the legends told about.
A nord,
Born in frost
Born in the blizzards
Of a place
Called Skyrim.
Now,
He has lots of titles
But most important of all
Slayer of Dragons,
The End of Alduin.
But after all
He’s a man
A man has weaknesses,
Even a warrior has fear
And the fear of a man
Is his end.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
A man,
A weapon,
An armor,
This forms a warrior.
A man,
That the legends told about.
A nord,
Born in frost
Born in the blizzards
Of a place
Called Skyrim.
Now,
He has lots of titles
But most important of all
Slayer of Dragons,
The End of Alduin.
But after all
He’s a man
A man has weaknesses,
Even a warrior has fear
And the fear of a man
Is his end.
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