The wolf stalks in the dark
The bear peels the tree bark
The fox grunts and pants
And the madman rants
The adventurer observes them all
An arrow let loose, the madman does fall
He walks over the body to loot
Comes up with naught but a boot
Angry he lets loose a thumn
The sky shakes from the boom
A courier runs up looking rather hot
"A letter from a friend I've got"
He say with a pant, then is off
The adventurer watches with a scoff
The letter is sealed with a bow
A black hand adorned "we know"
The letter he does keep
"Might be time to get some sleep"
He leaves the scene of the attack
For his horse he must track
At night he enters his home
Quickly reads through a tome
His weapons he does keep
As he readies to sleep
He lays his head on the sackÂ
And everything turns black.
(Part 2)
He wakes up in a shack
Get up rubbing his back
"Your sleep well for a killer"
A smooth emits from behind a pillar
He turns looking for the source
"Show yourself!" yelling his voice hoarse
A woman appears clad in black
"I would advise against an attack"
He feels a point on his neck
And arrow is pointed, holding him in check
The woman motions to the wall
"Of we four one must fall"
The man observes the three
"One must die, if you wish to be free"
The man show a feral grin
Hair sprouts out of his skin
His bones stretch and crack
His pushes the woman onto her back
A slash does the deed
And the beast begins to feed
He curls up amidst the gore
And goes to sleep once more.
(Part 3)
The beast finally falls asleep
The man get up with a leap
He looks upon his Nordic kin
And releases him stopping the din
He slay the woman and the cat
And gives the coward a pat
He dons Astrids gear
The coward quivers in fear
The man leaves the shack
Walking on, never looking back
A shadow knock, on a door
He wait, looking into the moor
"What is the meaning of life"
"It has none, only strife"
He enters alone, unseen
To the home of what might have been
The Nord is quickly killed first
His blood fuels the man's thirst
The lizard goes soon after
Ended by a bolt from the rafter
The Dunmer dies a poetic one
Gored by a carved unicorn horn
The jester cracks naught a joke
As silently he is pulled into a choke
The Wizard stabbed in the neck
Now the un-child he shall check
From the shadow came the attack
Riding upon Liz's back
The man smirks at the fool
And utters Yol-Toor-Shul
Babette goes rather like a wisp
Her bones burnt to a crisp
He saves the Redguard for last
At whom lighting he does cast
Nazir's heart gives a thump
And unto the floor he does slump
The man torches the base
And heads out into the open space.
Comments
Perhaps I've misinterpreted something, though. Is this a series that you plan to continue in further installments?
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