Summer’s Height the axe did swing,
To Helgen called the dragon’s wing
Last Seed was doubt, a legend’s horn,
Would Alduin meet Last Dragonborn.
Heart Fire would rage, with aid of bear,
A land once torn stitched back with care.
Frost Fall, in frozen, fallen town
The college rose to true renown.
Sun’s Dusk, unjust, the Void he join,
He found a lust for vicious coin.
Evening Star, in spar, the Wolf will wake,
A grander plot that Hircine make.
Morning Star, the night bird call,
Nocturnal’s cause had yet to fall.
Sun’s Dawn, forlorn neckbiter fell,
In northern castle where he’d dwell.
First Seed, in greed, would legend sow,
Homesteads abound would overflow.
Rain’s Hand, unplanned, upon the ash,
For Miraak’s blade would hero’s clash.
Second Seed, indeed, a wife brought home,
With children they could call their own.
Midyear, I fear, our hero parts,
Until the next great legend starts.
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I can deal with it, though, style over substance won out this time.
I can deal with it, though, style over substance won out this time.