"dragonborn" poems
I fear none but see all,
My dragon comes when I call.
I control the elements upon my mind,
As they swirl within time.
I stand firm and tall,
Waving my sword in the wind.
My world is only a war,
As I fight to win.
No orders can tell me what to do,
I am a General of Skyrim.
My home is of bravery rest,
as my skills everyday,
are put to the test.
You fight for what you believe,
You die with dignity.
Honor boils in your veins,
As you try to fight free.
Freedom rings when a Warrior stands forth,
He or she shall be,
A savior to the world.
Within the World of Tamriel,
I am an Imperial Soldier,
And a Female.
Anyone can be a warrior upon strife,
Even within this war,
You can be right.
Join a side,
Choose your path.
You shall be victorious,
And will deserve a Warriors Death.
Challenge thy dragonkin now.
They will await your arrival.
Upon your dragon,
Shall become thy trial.
Tempest waves within the skies of Tamriel,
As the Dragonborn comes,
To the World of Skyrim.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 9:44 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
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
I never met a storm I didn't like
I wish I could say the same for people
Though sometimes I think
They have as little control
Of what they destroy
As storms
I think I could love anyone,
that shared a mountain coast with me.
Those rocks and rivers and beachfront caves?
I feel like a pirate.
And I believe not caring what others think,
Is a coward's way to self-esteem.
You can't make everyone happy
That doesn't mean you shouldn't try.
I can seem cold
But what you're hearing
Is precision
It makes sense when you love words
And hate being misunderstood.
I hate when people argue to be right
Instead of understand
It's self-indulgent
And dehumanizing
And so very me.
I'm such a nerd I'd need another poem
to convey how much
But I think it will suffice to say
If you like
Will McAvoy
The Dragonborn
Charles Spurgeon
Vault Dwellers
or the Crystal Gems
We'll probably get along.
And lastly
I only wrote this poem
Because I hate not having an answer
To "tell me about yourself."
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
Why might I ask, doth a path lie here
Amidst thorns and angry boughs
Why path, doth thy lie here
When you leadeth nowhere
For so long hath I traveled
Encountering oh so many dangers
Nowhere may I walk
Without a vicious hand drawing up sword
Fiery hate, burning steel
Alas, another life must I rip away
For I cannot lie down and die, no!
Ah, Tamriel, may I not just live in peace
Nay, into your war drawn, a side I must choose
And follow seemingly endless, pointless paths
Much akin to the one lying before me
Ordered to **** **** ****
No peace until one or the other side is annihilated
Upon my shoulders this burden lies
Betraying many whom hath trusted me along the way
Until one way or another a corrupted man lies in control
Then off again down another dreary path
Dark Brotherhood seeking my assistance
Ah, but thou art vile murderers
Down with ye all!!
My blade vows never to rise to such hatred and angst
Dragonborn, Dragonborn! Help us please!
Fetch the Elder Scroll, Banish the evil!
Yet another burden
It would seem all of Tamriel needs at least one favor
Yet I do not shy away
For I love thee, Skyrim
I love the smiles good deeds bring, the thanks
I will continue to fight for what I believe
Until to Sovngarde's arms I am graced
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 8:26 PM UTC
Oh, i'am dragonborn
The slayer of dragons
The wanderer in the dark.
I travel from quest to quest
To seek for a purpose in this world.
Oh, i'am dragonborn
Lost in the dungeons
Freezing in the cold winter winds.
Oh, i'm dragonborn.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:29 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
Dovahkiin,
Dovahkiin,
Greybeards have summoned thee
High Hrothgar, where they stay,
Their Thu'ums at play...
Fus Ro Dah,
Fus Ro Dah,
Your spirit is unleashed,
In a whirlwind
Untamed.
Dovahkiin,
Dovahkiin,
Learn the deadly Dragonrend..
Shout it in glee,
Bring Alduin to his knees...
Travel north,
Travel south,
Travel all through Tamriel
In search for a scroll...
Untold.
Dovahkiin,
Dovahkiin,
Call upon your dragon...
Clearing foggy skies
In Sovngarde, where we lie...
Bring him down,
Down to the ground
Relinquishing his power...
Here lies the slain
Alduin...
Dovahkiin
Dovahkiin,
In all of your glory
You brought him to his knees,
A dragon, obscene...
It will be told
Forevermore
This story of a dragonborn
Who slay Alduin...
Dovahkiin...
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Oh, he travels this dark path,
Adventuring beyond death.
He’s the champion of
Molag Bal to Sheogorath.
Oh, The Dragonborn with a dark path.
He’s prepared for the battle.
His legs, torso and head
Covered in metal.
Hands on his sword
Covered in snow.
He’s prepared
To cover his hands with blood
Again.
Another war
Heads roll on the floor.
Ulfric on his knees
Praying to the gods.
Killed his own wife
In cold blood
Ripping off her head
With his own hands.
Oh, The Dragonborn with a dark path.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
Hands rough, from long days in the mines
Only one day to look forward to
That day in which true love be intertwined
Star crossed love, perceived taboo
A Dunmer and a Breton!
Her father would not condone
For his stature would it threaten
So this love must remain unknown
This night we steal away
To meet in the hills above Soljund's
Gather my belongings, make haste, no delay
With her love, all else can be foregone
*Dragonborn travels
happening upon a doleful scene
two dead lovers
in the hills above Soljund's*
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
I was once a woman greater than any other woman,
Against the greatest odds I stood, where many ran.
It was I who would slay mighty dragons, and triumph over evil kings,
In every tavern and mead hall, they would hail my name and sing!
I was at the top of the world, and nothing could knock me down!
For my blood they came, but in their own they drowned,
I was hailed a hero in my province and legend in the realm!
Mighty Legions under a great empire, with me at their helm,
Glorious was the ground we tread upon, the sky open and free!
Now you see I used to be an adventurer like you…
But then I took an arrow to the knee.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
With arms of fury,
I strike forth.
To end thee!
Perish in the enchantments,
Of the weapon Thu'um.
For it destroys.
The smallest loon.
My voice is powerful,
It shutters a broken heart.
Where glass hath shattered.
It matters not.
Thu'um.
Voice of the greybeards.
Dovahkiin.
You are Dragonborn.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
Far over the mountains,
Dwell the Dragons.
Heights undefine their actions.
They fear not,
Their Strumah is home.
Intruders burn.
Beneath the mountains peak,
Dwell the ancestors,
Long-forgotten gold.
Upon the top of the Monahven,
The Elders wait.
For the Dovakiin's flight.
Dovakiin,
You will dwell in Dungeons deep,
And Caverns old.
Your unrelenting force,
Shall clear the hold...
Dov will roar,
In fury.
The Dov,
They fear thee.
Dovakiin,
Dragon Born...
You shall claim that Strumah.
One day.
Alduin's rage did darken the sky,
His roar is fury's fire,
Do not fear.
Destroy him with words of old.
The heroes of Sovangarde,
Shall aid thee.
Joar Zah Frul,
Yol Toar Shul.
Strun Bah Qo.
Fear the Dragonborn's Words.
The Strumah, And the Dov.
They will bow down,
Upon the mountain.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
Here we go again. Memories creeping in uninvited on their tip-toes to bring more of those forbidden thoughts back to the spotlight. Night after night, I play misery's favorite game of 'how many times can I say I miss you in a minute'? Anyway I spin it, I'm still neck deep in it - in this masochistic prison without a single vision of breaking out.
It's a life sentence of my glass always being half-empty and everything that could be said has been, so I'm carving poetry into the page as if this rage will ever equal more than pain and damage. But this stage keeps calling me back for more, with or without an audience, I'm going to shout these words out so loud it'd make the ******* Dragonborn proud.
Because truth be told, none of these rhymes will turn to gold and all these times I've broke the mold I've done it to make a statement. It's always come with an apology like late rent, but I've always known that I did what I meant and I meant what I did.
But you can bid a million dollars on a foot-ladder and it won't become the stairway to heaven. But see, I've got more fuel than a 7/11, I've got the energy and the drive to make this work. I'm not about to give you a play-by-play of my everyday just so you can understand me but if you can just stand me... it's a good way to start.
You clutch your bleeding heart time and time again over who did what, why, where and when and I might need a venn diagram to discern the difference between good and evil sometimes but the best rhymes come out when you aren't quite sure what you're doing and I've been chewing my nails long enough to know that anxiety is a side 'a' me that is slowly dying away. Until the day that roots plant trees and hairless dogs get fleas, I'm not letting go of these precious memories for they have made me what I am.
Cogito ergo sum, I think therefore I become - everything I've ever wanted to be. The only thing holding me down was the lack of conviction, but now I've got an eviction notice for all these **** doubts I've harbored, so I toss them over starboard and now I'm on my way. Good day, ladies and gents. It's been a gas.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC