"dunmer" poems
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
My family is dead,
I am the first Dunmer to return.
My Crimson eyes tell stories,
Of my emotions,
My dreams.
I am Iria,
Daughter to the House of Telvani.
My home is now Ash,
And deserted.
The Red mountains destruction,
Left only coals to burn.
As I journey,
To the Frozen lands.
I wonder what's in store,
When I arrive in Skyrim...
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
dark skined men brave yet hated
anger wound up beneath the skin
rightous and heroic
kindredly spireted
elfs related to these people
leaving their homeland for few more gold
frost they are not used to
summer there homeland holds.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 6:51 AM 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