Love in an Ordinator

• Posted by Paws February 20, 2016 - 1,299 views

  Where is my sweet Dunmer queen?

  I have searched from Ald’ruhn to Seyda Neen.

  In Mournhold I looked,

  Shed tears in Tear,

  But I have lost her for good,

  I fear.

  I am just a poor Ordinator.

  My manner is gruff and bitter.

  Connection is hard,

  When wearing this mask,

  But I’d rather I died than have

  Hurt her.

  Oh, where is my great Dunmer queen?

  I have looked from Suran to Bal Fel.

  To Gnisis I trekked,

  In Khuul I wept,

  For no mer I asked

  Could tell.

  Azura, Mother of the Rose,

  Forgive my woeful prose.

  From dawn until dusk,

  I have yearned for her touch,

  But alas, I know not

  Where she goes.

  Boethiah teller of truths,

  Please point me to where she moves.

  From plots and deceit,

  My queen fled my House seat.

  And I beg she forgive

  My conceit.

  Mephala, Spinner of Fate,

  I pray I am not too late.

  To mend the harm I did cause,

  That made her run from my door,

  My remorse is true and pure,

  I assure.

  Oh, where is my bright Dunmer queen?

  I am sorry for being so mean.

  My hands cannot mend the seam,

  Or the skeins of our broken team.

  All that remains is

  My dream.

  I found my divine Dunmer queen,

  As she bathed in a parasol stream.

  Oh, how her body did gleam,

  In the rays of the sun's dappled beam.

  She looked as taut as a plum,

  As sweet as a snowberry bun.

  I averted my eyes,

  Access denied,

  From a treat which I yearned to cover

  In cream.