#dragonborn
Silver chains hang loose and empty.
Armor clanks as the guards wrestle the prisoner.
Glaring sunlight takes her sight for only a moment.
A wooden stage lays ahead.
The crowd is silent as she steps on to the platform.
The noose is looped over her head.
She closes her eyes and prepares to breathe her last sigh.
Then changes her mind and opens her mouth and screams as loud as her lungs will project:
"Ha! You think this is the last of the rebellion?! Now is the time to rise! Now is-"
The platform's floor is dropped away.
The rope chokes out the last of her words.
But it's not soon enough and the crowd rebels.
A war cry sounds.
And the fall of the city has begun.
...
A single girl rushes from the crowd towards the hanging prisoner.
Her Dragon-scales shine a dull grayish-white.
Her eyes are wide with fear and wet with unrealized tears.
With a quick and graceful slash of her sword, the noose is no more.
The Elfin girl slumps into her arms.
The newcomer shakes the her and begs:
"Wake up, Coelynn! Wake up!"
She holds her close and whispers:
"Tis won't be thee end, my love; I shall finish thee fight! I swear it by your blade!"
...
I shall finish thee war we have started.
I shan't let your passing be for nothing.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
I am a dragon
"hear me Roar"
I am a dragon
"watch me soar"
I am a dragon
. . .
I am a dragon
NOT
a Monster or Beast
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
A pale sky hovered above me as I walked
Through mountains and valleys vast,
Passing folk who chattered and talked
About days of old and the past,
Of when dragons roamed freely
Bringing terror and fire and fear,
Of when people breathed heavily
Wanting life while the end was near.
“For only beasts could bring the end of man.”
Although man was one of the greatest,
Condemning kin to their bedpan,
Truly, the worst ever created.
And yet they fear the children of time!
As if marvelous creatures so divine
Could bring harm to those without crime!
Who only care to build temple and shrine!
While the true masters of mankind
Are the ones breathing fire in the sky…
Dragonborn, the last of my kind,
As I wandered, I chose who to glorify.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
Skyrim, Land for Nords
Filled with Mead and Honningbrew
Singing with blood and cords
Disagreeing to their Divines and Lords
But raging with war and Talos Blessed
Destroying the empire, liberating Skyrim
Once Again
But a nightmare appears
"DRAGONS! DRAGONS!" a filthy Nord say
Running away pityfully as the Myths slays
A man stays
A nordic lad
Tough like Talos
***** as a rag
The tongue of the ancients
Shouting, stealing the souls of the Myths
It's the Dragonborn
It's back
Since centuries
And has came
To Unlegend the Myths
Once Again
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Gliding along the currents,
Singing the songs of war.
Fire breathing Dragon.
Coming to settle to the score!
Wings of fiery hellsong,
Bringing light to the land.
Scales and hearts adamant.
To end the world of man.
Millions of dragons,
Flying overhead.
Wraiths of the underworld.
Tamriel is in danger,
The time is running short.
Alduin is coming.
To end the world of man...
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
This land.
It's strange to me.
It's cold like Solstheim.
My mother wouldn't tolerate this!
The breeze danced,
Bringing an icy feel.
To skin so pale.
Hailed to be a Nord,
With Ancient blood of Talos.
With Ysgramor's spirit.
In war.
I must find my way back home,
To the Ashlands.
First,
I will adventure here.
A journey holds the key,
To experience.
I am Jaedin,
Daughter of Alaken,
And Calina.
My village is of the Skaal.
A great evil has come,
It has set over this place...
They say dragons have returned,
What might be in store,
For a young Nord?
Exiting my ship,
I say Hello and Hail,
To Skyrim.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Through the land,
I know every sound.
That caresses my pointed ears.
Vibrating to the very core of my brain
Seeping through it's cracks...
I walk this land,
Astride my horse.
Wandering as a nomad,
^No place to call home..
I was born in Raven Rock,
A Dunmer or dark elf..
as some would say.
I am known as a Gray-skin,
To Skyrim..
So I keep astride,
Finding any camp to sleep.
Though I have to **** for rest.
I am destined to return,
To ash Island of Solsteim.
To defeat Miraak..
And Yes,
I am Dragonborn.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC