The black wings unfurled like a storm cloud in the skies,
Whilst the air was filled with great anguished cries;
His dark maw breathed death over his rebellious foes
And their Voices, once mighty, were forever froze!
Then from out of the blizzard rose the One-Eye,
His arm's might unmatched and his victory nigh;
By his side Golden-Hilt and Felldir did stand,
Latter with his scroll and former's death close at hand.
The Nords with Voices true the Shadow they felled
And the mountain did tremble under the beast it held,
The World-Eater bellowed and fire was his ire
And, though valorous, Gormlaith was expired.
One-Eye was strong, but the black scales stronger;
His arms, though mighty, could not hold any longer,
The Old One did cry and above his head he held
The Elder Scroll and the Bane of Kings was at last expelled!
The fate of the Firstborn the dragons beheld;
Their wings like thunder as they fled, as though impelled,
The shackles of the Wyrm were shattered at last
And in fair Skyrim the great war had passed.
Comments
" Latter with his scroll and former's death close at hand."
" His arms, though mighty, could not hold any longer,"
" Latter with his scroll and former's death close at hand."
" His arms, though mighty, could not hold any longer,"
The quality though.....
It could fit just as well in a lords hall with nobles sitting at di... more