"jarl" poems
I was born Of a broken family.
Surviving on the skills,
You taught me.
Now I stand in the valley.
Beside the red stream.
Awaiting the arrival.
Of the Dov.
My daggers twirl in my hands,
As I dance with zeal.
Brave but reckless.
Because of youth.
I await thy path,
I must pursue.
The journey ahead,
Will be new.
I am Imperial,
Daughter of the wolves.
My home was Solitude.
Skyrims Capital hold.
I travel this weary path,
Adventuring beyond death.
I doth not fear you,
Dragon of hearthfire.
May my path pay,
The debts of my partners.
They deserve better,
Than the blasted Jarl.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
A spontaneous late night poem for my brothers and sisters in nerdom.....
I am a mudcrab,
Strangely out of place,
Where is my mudcrab love?
My sweet and perfect crustacean,
Come with me to a cozy inn by solitude,
Or down a warm, golden, path to a city of talented thieves,
Lets chase foxes,
Make fun of guards,
And get away with ******
Lets think we are clever by cutting through the marked path,
Only to be blocked by snowed on mountains sprouting,
Lets hug the left wall to find our way back,
And scare away monsters with words we hear dragons shouting,
Lets laugh at how the Jarl sits like a lady,
Lets gripe about how the Agonians don't look as cool as they should,
Lets say that all the Stormcloaks are crazy,
And hope that one day they make a Star Wars game this good,
But in the end,
My hard shelled friend,
Lets return to our beloved swamp,
Where the giants and their mammoths don't stomp,
Lets gaze up at a sky that's not our own,
And count up our perks to show each other how much we've grown,
Since Helgen fell, and life was hell,
Lets share this road,
And be happy to note,
That at least we're no longer alone.
~Dovahkiin
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
Thud Thud, The Boots of Warriors thunder onto the Boat.
Crash, Waves bang against the mighty longship.
Boom Boom, under the Jarls orders the drums of war sound.
Bang Bang, The mighty ships land on scottish shores.
***** ***** Viking Mail and shields clash with the Claymores of Highlanders
Bam, Bam, The chieftain and the Jarl do battle.
Bounce, the Jarl deflects the massive sword with his steel shield.
Whoosh, the Jarl has fallen to the ground, Will a sword clash with the Chieftains or does the Jarls Saga end in Valhalla.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
I sit here shining in a nighttime sweat
No complaints to give no stakes to bet
Whole and complete my life of meaning
Deliver the message of peace and the
apprehension of feeling
Gleaming incline
Tilted
The rocky road
Stumble in line
To witness
The Fumbled fight
They Reached for the stars to embrace their light
But try try try
They became empty
The powers inside
We tread this path on our own
But not without the others
For we as one
We as many
As we are
Shoulder to shoulder siblings of the great Autumn Jarl
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC