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"sovngarde" poems
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
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 8:26 PM UTC
The Mind Of A Hero
Softfoot moves behind her prey - no sound. He stands oblivious gazing into the distance between his soul and Sovngarde: in short, closer than he thinks.
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
To Sovngarde
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...
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Song of the Dovahkiin
The lands are painted red with my brothers, Thirsty are the blades that slaughter names, Dead warriors linger among their graves searching, Victim to the violence that is without merit or fames, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The grassy moor talks of peace and neutrality, But within the shadows, bows to the wolves maw, You cannot blame the weak for stepping down, Horses sleep in the light of the moon warriors paws, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The land of golden leaves is filled with thieves, They crawl amongst the waste and beneath our feet, Drunk on their sorrows, happiness is robbed from their souls, A queen and friend of wolves, leads them like sheep, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The men from a future long past, look to the east, Contemplating their lust for more that glitters in the dark, Rebels within their own, mute the howling wolves, They are blind to the bleeding infectious mark, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… Deathly cold air, warms and breeds powerful men, Bears unwilling to let demons devour their inheritance, Armed with their swords and traditions, they make war with wolves, They fight as true sons and daughters of sufferance, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The vicious wolves are mere puppets of a greater evil, They toil and tarnish traditions held for centuries, But they are simply dogs, scared to displease their master, For their failure would only seek to bring more miseries, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars..
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
Civil Wolves
The lands are painted red with my brothers, Thirsty are the blades that slaughter names, Dead warriors linger among their graves searching, Victim to the violence that is without merit or fames, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The grassy moor talks of peace and neutrality, But within the shadows, bows to the wolves maw, You cannot blame the weak for stepping down, Horses sleep in the light of the moon warriors paws, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars... The land of golden leaves is filled with thieves, They crawl amongst the waste and beneath our feet, Drunk on their sorrows, happiness is robbed from their souls, A queen and friend of wolves, leads them like sheep, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The men from a future long past, look to the east, Contemplating their lust for more that glitters in the dark, Rebels within their own, mute the howling wolves, They are blind to the bleeding infectious mark, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… Deathly cold air, warms and breeds powerful men, Bears unwilling to let demons devour their inheritance, Armed with their swords and traditions, they make war with wolves, They fight as true sons and daughters of sufferance, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars… The vicious wolves are mere puppets of a greater evil, They toil and tarnish traditions held for centuries, But they are simply dogs, scared to displease their master, For their failure would only seek to bring more miseries, Rest now child, for Sovngarde beckons in the stars..
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